the mollified man

The meekly mollified man subtly sews his silently simplistic sights upon reality’s rickety rufescent light . Always left lifelessly looming beneath the brain’s bashfully blurred background of benevolence. Frankly flickering out the faded flaws whose firm factual flames of effectiveness have by now grimly grown themselves out of Life’s limp lashes of limelight . Solemnly swearing their silent silken seas of sorrow into the sulking sands of insignificance .