Collapse, unto those fragments lay dying
With ashy dust palms in a blizzard gust
Still, be still those bird’s gentle wings flying
Caught and clipped on the padlock’s iron rust
Molecules collide and corrode slightly
At the wave of a nuclear notion
Allow light to be birthed and bled nightly
In the heart of a fiery ocean
Though, does our love follow the order
Of the chaos swept through the orange seas?
Be it somehow that we keep the border
Holding stable our trembling knees
Tired I grow of disintegration
Slow and subtle disassociation.