The Fall

THE FALL On a distant hill far away Mirage like birds twitter Like a traveler engrossed in voyages A rattling of leaves and no tinge In olden conventional ways of the people A snake rattle is a forebode A drop taps into a spatter And the traveler grossly enmeshed into his journey Lovers too hewn their own caves resident Carving out a voyage into the heart And drops percolate into the sordid earth Of hearts and no hurts In anticipated hangovers into be comings The lest is worthwhile Like a youthful river A farmer heeds to natures instinctive rhythms Others, and the traveler too Have nothing of a cause raise eye brow And there will be a catastrophic flood Perceived with a prophetic eye Whose gusto is invincible? Just as it would be When a chasm is evident And lovers would part ways Or like a traveler lost in whereabouts In a retrogress and introspection Is a rule elusive to the rational grasp An imminent verve That has finally Made the hut crumble