Push
goes
the boundary.
push push push.
the boundary does go.
and when
you think it's far enough
push a little more
to see where it goes.
topple topple topple
the towers don't stand
so much for dealing
with foundation of sand.
the weathered clouds are building
a troubled tale that makes
the troubled clouds are laughing
I have disturbed their wake
brewbrewbrew
with naked dreams
and broken seams
they
do amuse
and abuse.
with great distress the games do form
the rules are set with song and storm
trouble seems so far away
a stranger's smile so
much
to say
yet ...
something familiar
in that embrace.
dancing within
i see her face