Monday, November 22, 2010

You make me defy my axis
Invert this little world I have made
My globe spins, blurring borders
Nothing is definite

This body quakes
Its fluids impure
Hot air and smoke
Pour from pores and cavities
The body politic is in anarchy

The chaos is declared over.
Ominously, you leave.
The shattered pieces are mended.
Sated with what you came for,
Order is restored---temporarily.

Again and again these forces
Invade and subjugate
Raise hell and exit
Eventually, hopelessly,
The world will remain upside down
Awaiting your entrance
To rectify your past.

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