Opened, closed, drawn in tight
Necessary nightly fright
Shatter locks and bindings all
Wading through the blinding pall
A smoking ballad leaves his tongue
Sounds that ring of things to come
Nearly fade without a trace
A simple message dressed in lace
Can’t compare to lonely times
Smashing, crushing, heaving rhymes
Complex rhythm weaves a dance
Piercing life on gilded lance
Swift to start and swift to end
Driving forces seek to send
Omnipresent pleasant perks
Clearly constant human quirks
This poem seems to be a bit clever than previous poems, but surely it doesn’t mark any sort of turning point. However, the phrase, “Complex rhythm weaves a dance, piercing life on gilded lance” is one of my favorite ever. Thanks for reading.