#newbrunswick
Son of Raurus falling sound
King of water all around
That fills the sky with dew
The fractals of these waters high
Climbing down to meet the tide
Sweetly in November rain
Eroded tongues that stick on out
To catch the falling endless spout
Even in still of winter blend
These rocks that climb up rung by rung
Forever climbing to the sun
To greet the morning light
The endless water ever falls
Enormous water-winged wall
Wetting all that pass on by
Jan 8, 2018
Jan 8, 2018 at 10:40 PM UTC
The alarm tolls,
On their rude device-
It's time for work
& yet still, despite
the thousand fascets
of one reality
These
middle-aged
Half-life(s),
These Newbrunswickin Chavs
Wouldn't recognize, really,
That Despite
the riddle's answer, Being E;
& that double decade,
One might have over me,
When direct
Questions
go unanswered; The respect
I require
(now unvield)
Shapeshifts,
Off, into the past
Oh, how I become
The Whip
Ruthlessly;
they crack
The Whip
& with
All that I am,
the past, In desperation, I forcefully trick
As the blackness, of my being
Forms a darkness, spilling thick.
Engulfing light- mind's eye's Unseeing,
Consumes oneself, like a candles wick -
Illuminating every route (for fleeing)
For me, the lights still on- homesick.
Forcefully, faithfully; to keep on believing, & even
just to keep the pathway lit- by headlight, sunbeam, or doomscrolling trip-
Understand why might a human being
'S now become The Whip
Apr 14, 2024
Apr 14, 2024 at 7:52 PM UTC