The Well

Shallow be dye grave sleep
While thy well runs deep
Thirst depth, as water seeps
Down tears, upon falling cheeks.

Well being, weathers dye vane vanity
Will thy leather whip, be vein insanity
Trash storming surge verse indemnity
Thrash tide’s deluge terse complexity.

What promise, dew flows up, thy Well bucket
List churning time’s crank upon, suck-it-up
Wishing wells, well-being ledge, to dredge
To Be empty, then let it fail, back down, an edge.

What goes counter, to go around, winding CCW bound time
Will most certainly gravitate back in CW wound timepieces
Like water upon mountains, it creeks, its way downward
Where ground saturates water tables that move upward.

Well that is about it, to quench, thy UniVerse subsistence
We have to keep dropping that fishing line perseverance
That to tick one way, one must tock another in transference
The pail that brings subsidence, fails back down, amid reverence.