there's a fire raging
but it provides no warmth
to dead pragmatic bodies
in a decrepit house
of innumerable obligations
all contradicting each other
any semblance of structure
collapses, smolders burying
the never alive
is the day enough reason to exist?

Thumping heart of the world,
gurgles and sploshes, urging
to pursue a fit life
for eternal paradise.
The wind rages in unified
choir with stoic rocks
in agreement as the whole
of nature seems to scream
"Go to your desires."

Nauseated, I ran
hundreds of miles away
on reflectionless, black rocks
invisible in darkness
pummeled by wind and wave
full of profound realizations
commonly known but deafening
to those lost in paradise.

fire spitting mouths
ashe stained lips veiny
and engorged, hard loving
is easy for misanthropes
self aware narcissistic
tendencies to the insomniac
life full pleasures and pains
never realized smokey eyes
of an ember beast touched
never felt God in the
Kingdom of Heaven
glass roofs, cracked
cadenced inner light
dimmed and whimpering

Life reduced to a ticking clock,
As shriveled men desperately clasp
To slick tomes filled with diagrams
Of shadowy glass towers, convoluted machines
And factories with a singular purpose:
To manufacture their own existence.

The Plague spreads to druidic forests
Where those who simply existed
Overcome with glutinous ambition
Demolish those majestic columns
Which supported equilibrium
While the world gleefully cheers.

Rebellious cloud, indignant child
Follow the herd
You will move fall rise move fall rise
You have no dreams; you are the dream
Bend to the will of the meteorarchy

Maintain the illusion of variation
The cycle of change, immutable
Perhaps you'll attract enough
A burst of creative energy
A result of friction with society
But the storm will clear, leaving
The circle unbroken