Rhyme#!

This time weighs heavy in these disheveled hands,

What feels like pounds is only a fraction of a gram.

This spine is bent, Von Sydow's lonely birch tree,

but by some damned chance i'm still rooted, Earthly.

I'll take a god and make him not.I'm conscious,

But goddesses cast spells on me, make me OBNOXIOUS.

Animals are all companions, I'm a Lion-Dragon, dragging

fire, Inspiring bragadocio Lines, designed expansions

falling from these mandibles, Aural clicks upon the cloth

The clip-clop underneath the reaper, all inexorable,

those points, placed in time, when lines curve and reciprocate

creating these waves, divined, Defining the space.

That's noise.

n o i s e b r e a k

b r e a k d o u u n

d o u u n t o l i l

t o o lil t o s e e

And the fractions get dense, I feel clogged up,

This time weighs heavy, every day is just another buck.

It's making less sense, to stick with this niche,

Making this essense, afflicted, in stitches.