Drifting in the terrible scream
Of a trembling explosion. Neat
Victims seeming to shimmer in the melting heat
Before thudding crisply dead as in some padded dream.
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Water’s pure rainbow sucked dry into steam
At the elemental border. Manufactured order, Great
Like an old War, its fire squandered from the grate,
Fractures as Nature’s chaotic unfettered seam
–
Is mined in a panoply of rising octaves.
Life craves for it’s own empty, forced continuance
With every dirt soaked breath a horrid struggle
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Until that essential calm meets and greets us to our graves.
A tidy randomness that not even the web of Science
Can stave off. Just ensure the space in-between isn’t dull.
