instantisized gratificalitousness.

As the malopticalization
at the hindsight of my horizon
crystalifies into focality,
I know, beyond comprehendity,

inconceivabalitousness, even,

that the full forefrontal
of my skyscapity
is sharplier and more vividous
than all I saw
midst my previousness.

And. I. Can’t. Wait.

Sometimes,
and only very rarely,

I struggle with
instantisized
gratificalitousness.

This is one of those times.