the gutter strike and jettison
a feather dance to heaven
ballerina twirl and rise
the coming fire can theorize
inside an endscape with no shape
fish screams only can escape
in the sky we rain like molten sand
only to find no beginning at the end
a rose is split by lightning's arc
lover's grasp is worn by art
rent and faded left untenanted
a wait unfettered by heavy head
all shunted to quiet intensity
a silent fury pulls heavy gees
maneuvering with mannequin grip
tragically fragile like transient hip
impermanent grasp on machine gun eyes
the coming fire can theorize
and sanctity's trembling dance
whitening heightening of the pants
no answer found this hill
or mountainous slowing downy will
duck the goose, fight with fire
the coming rain will dare conspire
