Shake, shake, shake

Trying to shake this depression

Look at the walls differently as if they ever move

To figure out what is worth a damn to do in this world

The rollercoasters and the spots under oak trees

To sit, to watch, to dance

As if I could ever learn the steps

Move with the music in tandem

React to the melody of the moment

Not meditated simply done, to let it be

To exit the labyrinth of the contemplative mind

As if the motion, the step could be in sync

Not prospering umbrage, division, rancor

To send poxes upon the doing as if a man was drawn to try

To want to participate with the conundrum that is connection

These severed bones braving the will to stand and engage

In motion with another as if the elusiveness of the mutual

Could somehow cease and become like the impassioned plea

To swirl in agreement that what a man is

Could be that diamond shining not for the universe

So desperately large, but for her

Her alone in that twilight dawning eternity

Like a whispered word of wisdom

Coming down into the echoed hammer of the Lord

To let it unto the moment of love’s gambol

I am attempting to shake this coat of compression

As if I could only be this misshapen adventurer succumbed

To a narrative painted into the height of a body the wrinkles of a face

The wounds and kisses upon a soul soaked

Praying that all the dance steps could be correct on pure accidental confluence

To have that moment of grandeur for a once in a term of existence

Capable of a miracle, to feel god’s presence without the hysterical irony

Contradicting everything a heart hopes to be, knowing it is exactly as it is

 Dark, alone, pulsing, awaiting the stop