Scene shifts
but mood remains the same
maintain your sense
of honor and order
during moments of flux in the system
the pattern is whole at its core
despite schisms
reverberating
across the surface
the fractures and fissures
of fiddling fools
stoic eyes
steady hands
sturdy ship
a stormy sea horizon
ruffles feathers
to prelude flight
II
Seven little birdies
told me
that they stole
the secret
your first breath
was sold
with a gasp
sighs and groans
filter space
in the interlude
until our last
chance
cashes out
the hairy fibers
and tendrils
of DNA
dance nuclear w/atoms
drop the apples
in the press
and toast
to golden sugar
