Into the folds
Of my daily gracious labor
I fall gleefully
Cleansed of discontent

Marooned to my affairs
Amidst surging tides of black
The earth softly withers
So thoughts may stream unbound

Yet everything
Falls to shambles
With the greatest ease

As waning slabs
Swallowed whole
By the rude bustling
Of consciousness

Farewell
To these brittle reveries
May your transient wonders
Meet me once again

If you made it through this poem, then check out my latest collection of poetry: The Cave Dwelling Soul. The book can be read in its entirety on the website linked below. Continue at your own peril.

http://loftydreams101.deviantart.com/art/The-Cave-Dwelling-Soul-466448926