Tragedy dances tiled change perpendicular to defeat.
We fall away and leave the golden fulcrum at our feet.
Confusion seeps like water into our roofs and moments brittle.
Wind erodes the jockeys and victims of the spinning riddle.
The architecture changes daily. It crushes and it climbs.
It fills fearful with serenity, and splits the sure in twine.
Resistance contradicts this relentless symmetry,
calm Language and caution for the maze, the tool of gravity.
The sweetest sight revolves around enjoyment of the ride.
The Aphelion dark and cold gives a push on which we glide.
Bombilate fervent irritability over its precipice.
The momentum carries us down and over, the snake forgets to hiss.
Embarrassed eyes now soft and heavy regret their wasted time.
Sonder unfolds the vacuous, before gilding us in rhyme.
Sorrow slowly crystallize into a healing heat,
vigilant passion abolishes the tyranny of deceit.