Foreboding Fizzle

Once again
I find
the outer world not speaking its mind
while 
unrelenting mumbling of inner speak as hostile
as it ever was
hydromancy seepage ruining the canvas
fierce flaming fervour a faux pas

(ssshhhh...simmer down!)

Posh permeable truth of theatricality
is whispering fabricated falsehoods
 - 'you got this, sure you got this!' - 
a hiss
a fizz
followed by grim silence
deathly
seismic subsidence
widens
shattering schism of reality
hermetically
replacing the basicality
of trust
 (at some point I had this, I'm sure I had this)
lost
by me

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I.A.m