It poisoned here too
Semi-hungry souls scrounging
and seeking
for morsels

Scavenging, stealing meaning
from you

"Keep the key short and sweet
Unlock these mortals from their morals"

Make me
Momentary
Make me
Complete

As catastrophic
as it all gets
As giant and ferocious and fast
It all feels

I pull with great force and love
Conversations we've had
I laugh at the calamity
of talking about the same word
and how different our definitions
of it were

Entropy  

I feel this deep within

When I drive through the single lane forest roads
Coaxing my children into a nap they want nothing to do with.

I feel this deep within

When it's hot
I'm inbetween the sheets
and I see the leaves outside shake in the breeze.

I feel this deep within

After some fresh air and a little quiet

Its always after some quiet.

I recall our conversations because yours is the definition that relieves my soul

That after the great chaotic event
That after the loudness
brightness
and end of the end

When the dust settles
It does just that

Settles.

To be beautiful
and profound
but

spontaneously

They flutter about in the deep dark night
sputtering on, with a bright firelight might
Butterfly sized, with wreathed shining crescents
The only word breathed is, "effervescence”

Their flowing glowing streaks against the dark stark black
While the old stale pale moon beams strong against my back
These little white spheres, of magical energy
lapse my mind of momentary memory
I cannot move, for my movements are crude
and the fear that they'll disappear, is suddenly cued
They are kind and wise, I find I have been mystified
sitting crystallized and innocently petrified

Fickle, free floating dancers, in my quaint little kitchen
Reveals peaceful little answers poured from false fiction

"Playful" I whisper from afar, that's what they are
The purest, clearest energy that's escaped the stars
They brazenly bounce and bob about
reflecting off of my glazen glass jars

Can I love them, without knowing, what or how?
Can I exist forever in this glowing, here and now?
What could they want? Where do they go?
Tantalizing taunts, I grow old in their glow.

A man
Protruding in the field
Standing in damp grass
A marshy meerkat
Alert sentry towards the sun
Eyes wide catching rhythms
Of the changing times
Of the passing seasons

Similar to this

A cat
rigid black and short haired
Let out of the house for the first time
Finding a spot
Between roots and mulch
Curled eternally  
Once playful
At permanent rest
Connected to the changing seasons
Signaling grave times

Both lost to progress
And disconnected from nature
Each making their return
to the flow of things


Despite unfortunate timings
And with all the wrong places to be born
The mother takes them both as they are
Grateful for her children returning
Pleased she kept the place inviting
And the hearth burning

“Come, take my hand
Put you feet in the soil,
say goodbye, and let it all go.
The earth will catch your tears
Bring them back to sky and
they will grow new innocents.
You will know peace
and be forgiven”

As always,
the syrup spills out of your mouth
Pulled from scattered ego
and as always,
I'm either on some new stoic diet
or lapping it up
as if Cleopatra herself
had spat it out

Push to open
Can be applied to almost anything
Push my buttons
and I will reveal
Push me down
and my skin will split
Push and push
and something will give way
Whether it's you
or whatever
you’re pushing upon others that day