Unsentimental
The flow you bestow
makes all structure go
with spirit-popping visions
stalking from my mind
like henchmen, soul-blind
forcing destructive collisions.
Molecules vibrate
this atomic plate
until tissues charge right through
the fiber of all
meshed tight to enthrall
within this cosmic rendezvous.
Why I fail to see
pending gravity
bearing down upon my head
baffles patron saints
with cursing complaints
insisting I'm already dead.
Copyright © John Weber | Year Posted 2009
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