Far reaching

Far-reaching curiosities tending toward flaw, initiate consequences of dismembered context, driven in contempt, begging direction. As if no sound has been, nor has the heart poured its passion that it may be ignored, cast to the pile allowed to rot. It has been held stifled to smolder deep within, can it be seen, is it tangible enough that others may see, or is this mine alone to see. For who can know the flavors but the chef, however, his masterpiece may be enjoyed universally, the careful weavings of the mind dictate a peculiar taste, not one sought by many nor is there a connoisseur that is not rare, they can smell the emotion and wring the words and taste every drop, molding and shaping the perspective toward a new understanding or is it new, eons buried deep in the recesses of the psyche striving to reach the surface, clawing through a muddled network of neurons programed in ways unbeknownst, yet bending to the mighty will, the desire, to know, as the phoenix that was once ashes, smoulder complete, is apt for rebirth the expression of the whole that cannot be denied its presence nor its expression.