The Cycle

The clenched fist
Slams the desk, which
Jumps for joy
Leaps for life
The PC screams
The war goes on
As earth rotates
Circulating stress.

An atmospheric mess
Unacknowledged in the turning
Universe, the little man
Sits in his shared office
Space, as religion hangs
Somewhere over there
Above the clouds
Beyond the window frame.