And So The Earth Turned

Northern winds shook the colossal waves,
The constructed bricks vanishing from their cores
As life’s lengths proved too much.
The ship strode upon the parting fabric,
Tore neatly in its slow approach,
With the sufferers embowered in straits of thought:
Sprouting lumps of organizing wholes,
The ship flew.
Ancient wood of ignored existence,
Tragic tale of weeping brown,
Sound plank of secure foundation,
How the breathy fragrance of the forest’s gleam
Lit those uniting atoms into simple harmony
Of fulfilled movement, brothers smiling in firm grip.
Now sits the fleeing elder in labor of travailing seas,
Licking foam teasing with dreams of forgotten memories.
And a beam of light pierced his emerging sense,
To illuminate and shine, and sight traveled
To that saddened lump’s eye. Brown
So dull and in need! Caress my mind before
your plight leads me to avenues of mind
deigned against my Time, and erase the infinitesimal.
Blind me from your microlife, specks of dust are
Not mine to own.
Ships plunge towards the falling sun,
Sailors white mixes with scarlet rays,
To create the merging droplet of existence,
Spreading as mist into silent, brooding oblivion.