Kafkaesque – I

Coming to terms with the absurd toxicities that gird
The unreal, the unsoothing rootedness of day to day

The palanquin of musings that takes you from
Place A to place B, crisscrossing destinations that

You visited at time x and y, and as you do, you over
Run the locked out possibilities inherent in the law, in

Herent in the interpretation of misspelled law. A nicety
Of domain will allow you to gaze at the maze of endless

Possibilities, some nasty, some not. A pragmatic domain
Of actions will swear fealty to order, but order is an acrid

Reminder of iron law that runs counter to fate, counter
To the whiff of, remembrance of fate. Iron law shifts gear.