Crease

From beneath a trance

Stumbles an intrusion

Of bellowed wit, cloaked,

Chortling of past interpretations

And subtle renditions of uncharted rant.

Stained, punctured displays

Of quiet disbelief,

Alongside embossed departures

Swell with stained endings,

Ending bludgeoned rant.

Slight absurdities seep in,

Gradually discernable,

Allowing unfolding evidence

To crease