Meeting a dead end........

Profuse as it becomes with darkness,
Things become perfunctory.

Evincing the close bounded nature,
Life earths the indurateness in me.

Slaking my thirst,
As it was unvieled.

Cornucopia of this sort needs an end...
Exegesis will be entertained!

Putsch as I want to make happen....
Turning tables to my end!