Sorry, nobody cares.
With utmost fondness and diligence,
scarcely present in recent history or rhetoric. Dangerously sentient and recklessly forward,
I wear it on my sleeves like rusted anchors
derelict, unwanted, beautiful.
With spyglass and clenched compass,
wandering ceaselessly from mountains to seas. Withal, there has to be a threshold,
to measure my devotion though wavering
immense, ceaseless, pointless.
With love precarious and yearning
witnessing sights grandiose and pertinent. To listen, to feel,
the world rushing between my fingers and across my hand outstretched
through, beyond, without.
To foolishly entrench ourselves in rebellion,
ignoring coherence that manifests in tethered rationalism. Questions answered by questions,
a miserable infinity of obligation and consensus,
argued, agreed, absolutely fuck all.
