Temperaments

We fall a skylight, to sweat disaster, to want for can’t give.

I laugh—a blue wave, to speak for yesterday. Oh so

vicious, to spin a web, and infect love; and nothing for

wrong, and ever indignant. How for hell, a rocky cave,

pleading a smooth surface; but more for love, a beating

heart, to flood a cloud; and much the rain, to wash a

temple, a wrecked soul. I forgot it not, treated to pain,

accused of tyranny. If X is death; and Y is life; than what

to choose? I ask and answer racing through orange lights.

It’s not for good, to rattle windows, and blaring bass. I

wrote a freedom, a daily dance, to trance through passion.

Let’s venture life, a cruel appeal, to love up and ‘til; and

then for hurt, a blatant scar, picked and prodded. We love

for minutes, unless for soul, to love eternal. Let’s for

gentle, a flock of geese, feeding near a pond; and let’s for

harsh, to ditch the hate, refusing tyranny. I feel it more, a

slab of ribs, a purple crush, and grandma’s muffins. Its 
heart to heart, a grand view, touching for soul.