Humbled

Only temporary, my senses' 

Noxious propensity, yet

Infinite exudes familiarity

As downward folds crease my lips

Pursed, tight, a timorous grimace

Then shudder, then shake

'Til the fated break and rapture

That starts the anxious fracture

Humility rears its face

Dark eyes in the cracks

Bows his glare and boasts

Power behind the folds

My "Imp of the Perverse"

Then my head's wreathed

A bloodied, dripping sheathe

A seat for the fanged crown

Its teeth burrowing ivory

Sutures itself to me

Affixed heir to idiocy

Rational fallacies and shame

Temperamental, fickle

The narcissist's boon;

The benevolent's bane

A contradiction's etiquette

Embodied in frailty

A master whom only claims

The senseless and inane 

Though I mark the fool

I do not know his name

Though I preach his words

I know not his way