What's left to say

A zemblanity is, effectively, an unpleasant unsurprise
That's when I realized which you were

Clear skies of white
         Darkness consumes
Life exhumes
                 The angriest parts of humanity
The blight of the people persists
    Meager Goose can not suffice
                 to say what is needed
and yet
              belligerent behaviors build boastful tendencies
to fill that void
                          left by last lovers leaning on opposing walls
of the singular mind

Tattered teal trousers
Are real worn through

Childhood chances cherishing
dreams, shatter by choices

Weathered weakened windows
the wither away with time

Knowing now never
waste a moment

Down by the beach
Lives a hermit crab
And under moonlit nights
He cleans
So I beseech you
After he sleeps his pale slumber
Go clean the beach

Imagine you are drifting through nothingness
You see all yet nothing
Something draws to you

Sit up straighter
Hands on your knees (as you read this)
You feel your greater purpose

You are rooted in the universe as a dark dark orb
Patrolling the stark existence

Things are drawn into you as you become more round,
Yet more massive

Do you spin?
Do you spew your excess matter?
Do you lay dormant--
Only picking up what you run into?
What runs into you?

Feel yourself flow through space, time, the universe
Feel yourself defy the laws of nature and bend all that is
Feel your soul mend itself
Through all the places you've been
Construct
Deconstruct
Reconstruct again
You are a black hole
Swallowing up all that dares cross your horizon
You are both nothing, and the very existence of
Everything
All things orbit around you
Yet
You orbit around the universe
Nothing can stop you

Sunbeams wash over me
As I climb up the ladder
And crawl, stumble, walk, run, walk, and crawl again
Life is short