on frail wings of vanity and wax

flew too close to Her

then again,

that’s not how the story goes

dove right in and made a another splash

maybe it was the last one

Re-Set

maybe there is no last time

gets them again

all strapped in

Her wings

how strange to love something so frail

like a feather

that’s collapsed

after numerous attempts

Despicable

Strength

then again,

it goes to show

the Show

behind the curtain

is tedious

and

stands up again

Starts rolling the stone

up the mountain

up up up

up up

up

how tedious

the weight of this sphere

the strongest force to push back

then again,

it’s helped by Gravity

Maddening

Strength

then the morning comes

then the night

the wax is solid

the stone is Light

and I remember what I have to do

to sleep peacefully again