Cremation of Char'

Always on the level
Holding level headed yet
A part of me imbalancedly
Refuses to forget
The see saw what the scissors do to
Papiers of Time
Without a French Curved gradient
Confit parties with all mine

shallow rain of buckets
Hails a cab without the fare
Just to say hello to
Someone capable out there
Of understanding drivin' and
Of moving through the pause
That's all metaphorical
Of course that's all it was

I am a river current headed out to sea
Foreward held by cold turning to cool
I am an ocean trench of canyons and of depths
The layers in between us seem to tool

Yet one way or the other still a balance
As it balances the moving Celsius
Allowing all the waves to shake extremes
Off the backs of every creature dear to us

I now know the good inside the ocean
Is the good inside the Earth inside the air
Embodied in the it of every motion
Superficially extreme because (it cares) I care