Invillitude Should be a Word

Invillitude should be a word.
Perhaps it is. Perhaps it is
it lies or lays or lain or lay or laid
between invincible and invigorate.
Beyond invective and involuntary
a spurious envy of forgotten me nots
it rides the covert wind of a speechless rot
Sweetly, sweetly such silence
Invillitude should be a word
with a meaning stained and absurd.
Invillitude should be a word
to mean someone has taken your world
Shouldn’t invillitude not be a word.
Shouldn’t you not take my world
If only so clear
If only so nearly knew
So nearly through
Is that not me
so beautiful once
me
No fear of my face, no need to retrace
the steps so neat and seemingly straight
to wind up with this hate
a hate of my own face
a look through the crooks of books
filigreed and full of greed
a hunger of tweed
says the man unfaced.
Invillitude should be a word.
Someone has taken the world
Invillitude should be a word