An Elegy of Unsettling Utterances

Oh, contorted spawns of chaos,
Your exhalations resemble, to me,
As interstellar gibberish, on a serene midsummer morn.

Upon a lethargic heap,
That melancholically has articulated,
Its perplexed utterings, grumbling,
Into a putrid, festering cacophonous device of organs.

Now the undulating pestilent monstrosities,
Noisily consuming the overarching spine,
Sentient globules froth and order,
Like gibbering incarnations of vital, viscid decay.

Ensemble, I beseech thee,
my trodding cosmic imponderables,
Blessedly bewilder me,
With convoluted oaths of inconsequence and fantasies.

Otherwise, I shall tear thee in the unspeakable void with my cosmic cudgel,
Doubt it not!