Enigmatic and Tenebrous

Breathing the air sullied
    By exhalations afore
          So seeing a sight secondhand
                Savage savior sought succor
                    
Being the air sullied
    Due Ex Machina no more
          Such slights for a second sight
              Displaced displeasure's replace or restore
                
Beating the air sullied
    by the brawn of broken brain
          Lies insensate and in silence
              Inside insights in-fact insane
                      
Burning the air sullied
    By exhalations afore
          That scalding stream of condensing steam
              Those recipients continue to shriek and scream

Ever have a story/poem that you know is unfinished, Yet can take it no further?
This is one of those..
I've been working this story for a decade or more and just cant quite put the finishing touches on
Who's message is Enigmatic
And absolutely Tenebrous, Dark and Shadowy

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