What is the sadness we have in our life?
Work begun and living story;
A moment lost in peeling paint,
Lost as sand that blows.
When rhythm runs straight through thy soul,
Collapsing each fear in its spot.
Center my state around the pinnacle
Of rusting nail so beaten,
Cry again some sweet gold tears
Precious as rhododendron petals.
Tag: pinnacle
Pinnacle (day 1269)
A pinnacle followed me into the end,
Silently shadowing my memory.
I grasped at the difference
A moment too late;
Long was I left with remorse.
So awkwardly I walk on
Like a diamond disguised,
Forever a last wish
My summer’s now end.
Temperance (day 246)
When the grass grows long
And finds itself getting shaggy
When the leaves turn brown
And find themselves defying gravity
When the motion is heard
And Doppler enforces his rules
When the oven does smell
Yet the stomach still growls
We find ourselves at a tipping point
A pinnacle at which there exists at most two roads
To the left, and to the right
The blue or the red [pill]
And at this choice,
Burdensome to many
A blessing to most,
We poise, ready for takeoff
Can you feel it?
Does the anticipation,
The calm before the storm,
Raise little hairs on your neck?
[For surely it does]
It must remain all that we have;
Lead temperance to control
The most irate of our desires
And when the grass gets cut
When the gravity grabs them leaves
And the sound pierces thine skull
The stomach, it shall sit content
