XIX. Nonsense

Assailed along by righteous winds
On stormy, starless seas.
Grouped together, but leagues apart,
And held to formless ground by
harmless gravitas
Panglossian perfidy, raving
Hysterical metaphor breaks.
Tragedy giving ground to caustic recidivism.
Thrice guilty, but shy before the first bite.
A silent mediator in a palaver of
Abusive hope and broken, never-there promises.