ENDEAVOR of DEMEANOR

Be it by blindness I encroached your domain,

My secular approach left you overtly drained.

Upon discovery of me, did your fission arrive,

A gnarled perception of my presence did bide.

Your countenance twisted into brisk agony,

No affinity supports a collapsed canopy.

The province of terror turned round at a glance,

A synthesis of emotions captured in trance.

Adamantly thrown toward some ebb insight,

An endeavor of demeanor distorted delight.

At once out of context you stumble and spoke,

Buoyantly sinking at words you choke.

Your mindful corridor did wane in despair,

Precipice transformation of wanton repair.

Me aloof of intensity with naught to state,

To acquiesce discern an unusual trait.

~yvonne renee moore