the violent crashing

of a most resilient muscle

a resonant clatter

cluttering empty caverns

of alabaster skies

smeared with charcoal

filtered bubbles

bursting of a thousand

smoggy eyed tears

which constitutes regret

the fearless dancers

trapped within some

timely enchanted isolation

wooden faces reflect

nothing but maddening music

deafening and drowning

cement screams of

undesired immobility

and vacant sappy stares

which demonstrates beauty

casual pedestrian intruders

like a chorus of

glittering inebriated angels

singing hymns of

delicate resignation

too indignant to realize

the hurried passion

within tireless harmony

between bone and bark

which possesses faith

which sense fails first

which wisdom holds truth

which emotion is this.