Temperature
Capture the spine
Where primal desire unfolds in immaculate design
Sinking beneath the gaze of watchful wizards
That sleep beneath weeping willow
On mother Earth’s softest pillow
Gilded waves cast shadows on all life-forms,
In a battle for glory waged over twisted souls
Arranged in pristine bowls
Of granite. Which exists in the nebulous howls
That circulate the planet
In an ever rising helix traced by a prehistoric phoenix
Precisely aligned with the schemes of a cosmologic genius
Twenty million galaxies exist between us
Filled with a thousand pulsating orbs
Burning for timeless eons
Lonely behemoths in the gaping void
Cold energy awash over empty rock spheres
Following Newtonian rule from a dizzying distance
Sporadically lit
according to the course of the elipse
Meanwhile on our neighborhood’s wettest world
Seven billion monkeys pursue each other across risen earth
Entropy increases in time with the quickening beat
A Darwinian dance that shakes the very floorboards of
reality buried six feet deep.
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