Plagued by incandescent ferments  I grapple zealously,
with tower blocks of titan topsoil myriads,
and melange of eccentric foibles,
considered by some a minus,
reflection  on a manifest mettlesome being,
leaden skewed  traffic jam’s
tailback of prospect,
normalcy a supernatural synonym,
apperception fringed by lambent twinkling,
that tantalising twirl of clustered countless spirits,
idiotic inklings seem a weakness
chasing galaxy of plus point,
self-ostracised by atypical apparently conflicting plethora,
grave as in  shadow id, tombstone stark exit but salutary  motto,
etched eerily by one staunch depiction ,
on ephemeral  other form
of self,
unresolved human traits in multiples,
indicative of lack, lack of bearing,
me that nutrient rich plot that has this wondrous  green blade compass,
me as sumptuous summer gust  freshener,
of coastal home dweller,
me an  endless random version,
of  charcoal midnight
gleeful  ghost,
blithely  skimming  chimney tops,
yet nascent dawn within,
augurs well for an ultimate inner coexistence,
despite an underbelly of niggling doubt 
 
Strands lodged deep inside
may unravel  if worked through
yet hurdles beckon