#ebbandflow
May your silver beams illuminate
My crown rusted and weathered
Damaged by salt and course Earth
Gusting air howling and stealing
Leaves aged and clinging heavily
To what was their childhood home
Might you offer to calm my sea
Being roughly pushed and pulled
By your beautiful but ruthless phases
Crashing into my manicured shores
And undertaking my ships and
Seemingly innocent ******
You sit up there so far above me
Unapologetic for what you wreck
But such is this timeless ebb and flow
And your light does guide me home
I am humbled and thankful
Grateful for your pale embrace
May 26, 2021
May 26, 2021 at 2:38 AM UTC
the mechanic ebb and flow
of time
continues on as the hours pass by.
collecting dust—
i’m a rotting machine.
my motherboard is overloaded.
but no one comes to help me,
for in all my gray and white glory,
no one can see the decay inside of me.
parts dying away,
short-circuiting dismay,
wires cut long ago.
my static screen is a threat—
they’ll replace me.
i’ll be thrown away.
for the chemicals in my circuit board
to seep into the ground,
and corrupt the natural memory
of the world around.
Oct 29, 2018
Oct 29, 2018 at 6:54 AM UTC