Axis of Life

A turn-around A twist and a twiggy lane A tremor and a tepid footprint A tale of a triad A tissue tanned This is a tipping point An axis of life Orthogonal to my dreams Origami of whispers Snake boat ripples in the shore Shivering hand of a fisherman A bloated vessel Anchored on its own will On the axis of life Original silence Is burning yet again In the hours of madness In a state of denial I just embraced the gradient Away from all the quadrants Loving a locus of a marching ant Born to be bonded in Born to be burned out Born to be boiling over Born to be brewing ever Is this beacon on the barren land Incomplete as it is Axis of life is still a tangent to itself