Whirlpool-Supremacy

Rivers of Mirrors,
flowing endlessly from year to year,
carving channels that once carried sun and moon
along with bended trees and sky above innocent faces
whose present reflection is but a torment beneath the rippling surface,
avoiding the pungent ache of history left behind.

Like the winding track of the serpent,
reality’s waters move the shattered dreams afloat,
ever tactful of the needed resolve
to reach the caldron ahead,
where stirring yesterday’s elements
into an improved recipe for life is all that’s left.

Such is the swirling waste of the past,
converging with future's flow
where melting experiences
opt to offer inevitable mistakes to once again
ripple the reflection of resurgent life for the next iteration.

For now the oceanic hot and cold currents
beckon innocent soul-laden tributaries
moving beneath clinging garbage awash,
even as a fractured sky portrays but shards of sun and moon
to illumine the swirling residue of mirrored graveyards.

Corrupt power ultimately sinks,
drowning beneath the icing junk of its disintegrating armor,
joining history’s legacy of deft ignorance,
that delusional dead zone of whirlpool-supremacy over others,
reaching for you and me,
all the conscious beings still treading water.