Joie de vivre

It was the skirts of the serrated rock

That cuddled a dazed outline of a soul

Vacillating on its plight , a perpetual

Bewilderment ...leave behind the rock?

Or flip flop and prowl after the barbarious?

Long enough it stayed swooning over

This dilemma and the clock rolled on.

Meanwhile, it was decaying bloodless

Rest all lurid was ebbing away silently

Also thunderingly at the same moment

No quests for a savior, no scouting for any interventions

Quiet acceptance of the inevitable climax

Shuddering to break away from that lethal reverie

The life held hard to the spidery reins .

The jagged edge doctored a panorama

Speckled with celestial so receptive now

The kinship cheering warm blood back in

Reviving the lush, boisterously and firmly

The perplexity thinned and faded.

The time exploded and the being extended

Halting eternal in the VOID.