Communication Row

Herd loud.. Slurred crowd.
Collate my words ’round worm bows.
Need silence, seclusion or else I’m
Hurt now. Crystalized my position,
While I euthanized my attrition–
More written, pen ink in the sun’s
Incision. Vampire neighbors, a
Poet bitten. No matter, my mast has
Passed hazard. Leviticus to visit us–
Again to make Self Zen.. Resend my
Page blend till I say when. My way,
Sent to vino’s throws. Aligned with
What I initially chose. All journaled, like
Plath and Poe. Sorry, my math is slow.