Alliteration Nation Will Lose Control

Alliteration Nation Will Lose Control

Cataclysmic conclusions condescendingly compel creation,
contradiction and conditioning continuing cycles of carelessness,
until complex controls cease to captivate and concur.
Consequently, I struggle with these strange idioms
and thus fall into:

omniscient outlining observations
ovulating outrageous onslaughts of outside
organisms overruling ongoing outputs.

Still,
I am…
neglecting no one,
never-the less nothing nor no one nourishes
my narcissistic neurotic neurosis, napping
noisily non-conformable at my self.

Though, this tight translucent
turbulent tide tricks
this thought, turning truth
to trepidation, tripping
this transcendentalist to
trust truth.

Really,
Really?
Really realizing rational revolution revolves round
ricocheting righteously,
requesting, rethinking, reshaping and replacing
this “Rison de arte”

Only with onslaughts of outlandish ongoing oft-misplaced orgasmic origins,

will we ever:
Lovingly lose this lacerated lost lion of
longitude and latitude,
letting loving kindness leap!