Disordinance Poems

Lapse of Existence

As nightfalls come to fruition

Leaving room of conditions

For dreams to strive

And before dawn breaks

Memory ceases to create

So to mediate

Our corporal world

Into transient capacities

Of unborn fallacies

To mitigate now’s journey

Into sanctuaries bearing

All fruits of now’s nativity

In proximity to the ability

Of mystical remnants

Encompassing clear disordinance

When no clue of commandant has risen

To prove indifference

To whom

No one, not here, not now

As priors fall apart

In the discard of somber triumphs

Where cyclical is met first hand

Unlike tombs

Where nothing is apparent

And the rest

relies

on wonder

-Salvador Martinez