A Reckoning

ADEPT in ordering our affairs, or not, yet comes the time:
PLEAD with our maker, if we can name him, for healing, for more days.
COMET appears and carves its warning path. A table of precepts,
DECALog’s worth, arraigns, heralds judgment, forces pleas for grace.

Piecemeal

COMET plume flashes through the void, a
DECAL plastered on the night sky,
PLEADing for attention, even for a moment, sadly
ADEPT at watching its cold, stony heart break bit by bit.

Icky IKEA

UNIT-Y in the IKEA range is causing me
GLOOM, a gloom looming, a slippery slope, both
TROPEs for a panic attack, the polar opposite of a
LEMUR’s calm in his natural Madagascan state.

Misreading

UNITY of sign and sense, he reads on, in settling
GLOOM, treatise on skeletal anatomy.
TROPE of scholar spending his sight on mental quest-
LEMUR?! Who has a lemur in their leg?