When All Is Down
When all is down and come to nought
The path we take is rarely thought
To end in more than misery;
And what more can we prove to be
Of something eyes can never see.
A street of dirty dreaminess
A green-tinged lane from nobleness
Has stretched perception up to this
But left our feet in mud;
Swirling patterns, burning atoms,
Molding minds in raging matter
Heat upon heat
The shameless stars
Make life a thorough melting pot
That raves at nightmare pitch
Binding a body tight
Copyright © Nigel Lesmoir-Gordon | Year Posted 2016
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