Our lives
are a world of vestibules—a helm of energy. She
Stands
afar, filled with vacillation; and I perish her deepest
Anger.
Our souls, an ocean shore—a furnace aflame; and
Dolphins
mourn our song. I listen—as a grandfather clock
Speaks
to deaths: every tick nears a grave—a pendulum of
Mixed
emotions. We logged into time so many years ago;
And
we must log-on. But I hold you, knotted and untied:
What
is this affliction? And why has she struck me, a volt
Of
thunder? Have I not the right—the right to evaluate life?
Our
rudder has left us seaward, and we dip, toss and turn. I
Came
alone to free us, join me in our journey. We tiptoe a
Swamp,
sullen and chasing freedom. How do I appease
You,
a vessel of Passion? We enter a squall and
Rattle
a sky—and ponder a fairytale. Alert us through a wave
Of
chants, speak to our subconscious fire. For we perish windward,
Hiking
thoughts—and Love is our heartbeats by flame.
