Tedium.

Waiting at this hour

that curves around

the spine,

leaving only motion crippled,

dragging along

the inflamed time.

For I am not enamored

of a Greater Functioning.

It exists between the

bodies not life or rule

but heat.

I am simply waiting for a

greater strength than me

to break the past

deserving of a chance at

mystery.

For I am not enamored

of a Greater Functioning

when Gaea feels the wrath

to force the

Empress trembling.

And those sounds that are

dismissed

are flawed but should be heard.

As this caustic drought of presence

creases the once supple earth.