Anger Percolates Poem by Doris Cornago

When I cannot understand, when I am not
Perfection, just a scab on your flawless
Perception, then I lay myself down
Like a sly swift panther, waiting
For a weak prey, percolating
In perceived humiliation
Put off by digression
From discussion
On condition
Relocation
Sum up
Costs
Hindering
Our projected
Meeting across
Oceans, out of time
Inconceivable reasons
Yet inconvenient, reticent
Inconsistent reasoning piques
My mind's lenient yet instinctive
Irritate, unkept pledge, just perjury
Like sand grating on bare feet, injures
Insinuate something doleful, incarcerates
Hope stranded in hot sand, anger percolates