Dance of death at edge of everything
An elegy of discomposure it sings
On the pyre with blazing flames
In flickers lost turn of life's games
Dances in tears falling from mourning eyes
Trampled on floor music of breaths lies
Can dance in sweet tease of lovers
Transforms tempo at sudden vigorous hours
Roaring laughter accompanied with surge of storm
High elevations of snow on hearts warm
Dances without rhythm and rhyme
Mercurial can stumble upon at youth's prime
Gives tempting offers when joy flies away from sight
When happy stars hide beneath cloudy nights
Shakes legs as winner of every gamble
Beyond anyone's manoeuvre to escape his trammel
03/03/2019
A dark light, in a sea of bright,
Uncertainty,
Certainly,
Inconsistently inclined against the norm,
Forcing light to the fringes of dark,
Making subtle advancement,
Into a land that was not.
Now feeling unstable to the point of no recognition,
To the point of discomposure,
Until thoughts employ emotion,
Until engaging one's self,
becomes equivalent to vexation,
into a world where affection is verboten,
and perception of ideology is stigmatized.
A dark light, in a sea of bright,
Certainty,
Certainly, the dark will burn out,
And light will shine bright,
As the nebulous depressive state,
Of which he stands,
Will be entirely cast over,
By a portrayal of faith,
By a true belief,
By the optimism of one,
As a euphoric ecstasy takes all control,
Leaving optimism to combat doubt,
And pessimism to absolve confidence.
This spring he will turn seventy
And most people’s opinions think
He looks fantastic for his age-
Whatever the hell that might mean.
He has a hard time stifling his
Discomposure when they say that
To him but manages to grin
Like an ancient, anthropoid ape
Rather than express what he feels:
He knows it’s not a compliment;
It’s more like discriminating
Rhetoric than anything else;
Imagine saying to a child,
“You look good for a ten year old.”
he once thought
the pieces fit
in a beautiful and pleasing
array.
(seamless.)
but they
gawked
and pointed out
how his piece
was a different
color.
(hilarious.)
let’s laugh.
let’s clap.
let’s marvel.
encore!
clap those cymbals,
and dance some more!
he only saw
pieces,
no missmatching colors
and thought it was the wrong
design.
(matchless.)
let’s laugh.
let’s clap.
let’s marvel.
encore!
clap those cymbals,
and dance some more!
he knows now
not to say a word
and to search
for a larger
puzzle.
(discomposure.)
let’s laugh.
let’s clap.
let’s marvel.
encore!
clap those cymbals,
and dance some more!
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