clarity

My fortified fibre:
shows my flow is subconscious.
I’m not falling down:
I’m blurring into focus.
Mortified by thoughts:
to you I’m precocious.
You haven’t tasted my soul:
be warned I’m ferocious.
Consistently deleting:
your non-innocuous obnoxious.
Flaring up temperaments:
always stating the obvious.
You don’t like the truth:
and expect me to be cautious.
But I say what I see:
and I see you being nauseous.
Depleting the Mercury:
in the needles of my compass,
they say ignorance is bliss:
but your bliss lives shameless.
And for all your fame,
your fate is to stay nameless.