This invisible force, an intelligent design,
The delicate curve of every line is
Intricately woven to fortify
these steel bones.
Is it support or a cage,
is it smothered or contained?
With no escape it compresses, an ember
dense with pain, love, and heat;
there’s no retreat
from that oft traveled street.
To control it’s a fool’s errand I know,
its resilient beat refuses to slow
as I vainly search to solve the persistent problem of purpose.
Futile to comprehend, to utilize this unending source;
to bottle it, funnel it through a useful course.
Instead I nurture the core, won’t settle the score and revel when
it hurts to breathe. To laugh’s a dream but
it’s inevitable end seems far too mean.
Current Jam: “Birmingham” Shovels & Rope