Quarternary

What
Not Me
I see
You

Different stuff
And things
The change it brings
To the fore

Heretofore
In burgeoning void
Indecisive dust
Convergent enough

Protean in an antiquation
Fitful forms in fit formation
Dying off in greater number
Pray resist a fateful blunder

Through many foul winters and eves of epochs
We lost ourselves, beholden to no one
A voice was carried adrift on the breeze
But only the children could hear it

Joined in a chorus conveniently transcending both time and space
What began as a ripple creeping over the sea, became something more, resembling a face.

Storied consequences of prolific and cumulative combination
Propagate egregious notions, though some due consideration

In the wake of firmament, gracious goodness thought inherent
Persistent streams interdependent, not derived from noble parent.

Forge the means of circumstantial judgement
cast in irons, our fates incumbent.

Incredulously interdependent
we now decide what means we merit

So rest upon this steep embankment which rises precipitously and doubles back curled like a wave leaning forward over the ocean. Far reaching and short sighted, curled up and staring down impending crash, held at bay through forward momentum, swirling current and deep emotion.

A molten residence perched above, filled with fire for those we love. As searing smoke obstructs the scene, breath in, deeply, deeper still. Clear the haze with strength of will. Burned by madness ever growing and wretched burden of never knowing.

For this is ultimately our endeavor. To manage more. A polylemma.
To weave a monstrous tapestry. From threads as multitude as we.

And with the first and final breath.
Tie together life and death.