All Things Wane

All things wane.

The bones of life

Covered with flesh

Still hold death underneath;

All things wane.

Like a melody of song must end,

Like a broken record chipped and bent

In the sun:

All things wane.

Many moss-made mouths met merely to

Mock and murder and misuse, misunderstood,

Mainly muttering and mourning many

Mistakes, many many mistakes, mark;

All things wane.

Marking still, pens

Writ of men (and women too!)

Who’ve changed and change still;

All things wane: all things wane.

Pulse quickening. Breathe!

(all things wane.)

Breath beating. Breathe!

(all things wane.)

Lungs screaming. Breathe!

(all things wane.)

Flashfloodfurrowedforcefellow

Fallfirmfoundationalfit

Veins swelling. Breathe!

(all things wane!)

Nose bleeding. Breathe!

(all things wane!)

Hand squeezing. Breathe!

(all things wane!)

(all things wane!)

(all things wane!)

Ancient archs unparalled

March horizon spotted red

A black pupil sun spot

Blind to the untamed eye

Unparalled obnoxious in consistency

Sharing and shattered

Rarely found full again,

Obtuse obscure obilisic

Again, I say,

All things wane.