Thus, the what of > Predicament:

what does one such as poet do, whilst thoughts are socially-adulterate dialectional

what does one such as expressionist do, when thoughts are poetry

what can a writer do with words that a dialect cannot do, for itself an expression of social confound

well, one doesn't.
question is like flaunting dissonance:
fore there is and literal only exists in a realm, it is not the entire world; barely even a truth of it,,,

Just a mere faction of human thought, brought into the world with what material shifts to collective whim, and is cured by one-will; the will of benevolence I would suggest; the will a kindness of sorts; counters the way light folds: enveloped dispassionate, of despair; in the mind (brain)(heartbrain) contained a delved mass of..

Corupt matter, of badmomento; to destroy such a thought of person, and replace with a room, as something with kindness in its soul only deserves to fill such a place, and inspire such space; would be impure to the thought of opening ones' life, and caging none in it with a flowerscent light; a compassionless plight; envelopes of concuriousness contrise. But instead, a love of the night, cages no life.