Earth mass covets a permanent endurance
Like the guillotine liberty-frenzied France.
Continents drift apart, just meandering
In nostalgia, fading in virgin springs.
Fires seek warm companionship of Angels,
Sadly discovering temporal tangles
Of mortal coil caches of immortal lust,
Turning ashes to ashes & dust to dust.
The winds, forever yearning, searching for love.
Yet failing soul quests lends to death from above.
The strongest whirly monsters even get named,
To fear/track each full-force-failed passionate game.
Water craves knowledge in journeys ne’er done,
Consumed in abandon, enslaved by the sun.
Surface tensions drown or give life, all perchance,
At a soundless concert, a motionless dance.
