three cycles tick by; a sine wave drawn to ebb the seas and flow night to morn such airy business; etched in deep rocks hollowed out for humble rooms for stoicism borne in mother's womb elects to dream in undue sleep
sardonic skies mock me hence while hurricanes teach ambivalence for they fly free, regardless of windfalls prior and waves untamed; taking homes and with them, names of those sure to be stripped of cloth
the me of now would not stand for punch-drunk persecution; reprimand that sardonic sky: how dare you jeer! with no heart in there but nimbus clouds does apathy make your sad gods proud? does envy fill their cups with cheer?
send me to the jackanapes! let them tend their wounds; take shape a splint - bind pity to the dogged folks pray their heaven ne'er comes undone for coal-donned crows balk rain over sun: choose to ember in ash over smoke
a dichotomy; daylight intersects the home of gardeners, farmers and folk where husks grow fruit and pastures, weaved, bury stock, on whom they choked despite this thriving nature this fertile wonderland one small green soldier inches on; a man to reprimand one's sunny disposition? this home is grey, and cold soil to some is a web to others: avocado seeds can't grow
what is faith if not gentle fishing rods that cast out metaphors to reel in hope with hot air balloons picture rainbows as skies drifting into riptides
so then, who are the birds who fly so gaily with their knife-sharp wings to drop reality like bricks and knock the wind from gentle eddies to bone-stripping gales
if i were to die on each evening tick i'd save the air i would expend to fill your room with bubbles; ideas naked under liminal clothes
with you, i live between each heavy second between each slow degree we turn we could hold our weight with just a gaze the weight of withheld gasps for words
dizzy; lose focus and choke on air, i, the hadron collider's heir, last saw you still, and clearly to die so sincerely contorts the atoms to blurs of waves, i can't stop, you won't save
i wrote this for a competition on allpoetry. prompt: inertia nonet