apathy

Moreso now than ever before

Ongoing like nevermore

The rally of the righteous

against the bane of all;

laying down arms in some attempt to call

there would be little, there will be none

in that place that remains so plainly undone

like more to be had, and more to be held

where the last of great giant remains unfelled

and I will wait, I will wait for you there

against the grain of the time that will inevitably wear

with the songs that remain still yet to be sung

abreast of the earth were you yet to be flung

where water falls still from the sky

the world never asks ‘what’ or ‘why’

with the trample and crush, the land and the space

the boiling cauldron behind this          place

and I’ll ask that you would, I’ll ask that you wont

push on in this aspect, as I do, but you don’t

and the words and scenario, the heart that lies pawned

a breathless vacuum where all of this spawned

so foreign in its context that none could relate

that the words tried to fill, and all wished to negate

but the rift was cast

the marks fell true

with so little left we were all forced through

then there was loss and then there was none

all was forgotten in a world so undone

  

Do you feel in control?

Sundering unstoppable

This sphere so palpable

Breathing deep

Deep into the ground

Trample and lay waste

To this fearful place

And arise from the ashes

The ashes once again

Defect and break away

Cut-rate in their own way

Running from the inevitable

Earth beneath your feet

There is fire upon the frost

Annealed among the loss

A desire seems to grow

With every passing stone

Making strides that hold so deft

Upon a way with so little left

The coyotes appear

When all the lights go out

Do you think you hold this place?

Are you occupying space?

They came to my aid

By devouring a rat

Beginning as if one knew

The purple leaves still grew

Against the crater in the ground

Without an afterthought or sound