Surrounded by garden bed planets
Daisy dazedly tends to
Tiny worlds, barely built, orbiting
Distracted by arbitrary baubles
Daisy travels through voids,
Desperately, to capture
The belief of rarified mediums,
Giving value to matter
That was of no worth.
Granted access to these ornaments
That fate determined as purpose;
Daisy’s dumb ass bauble
Became Daisy’s world.
I hope I will see less of those disfigured
Reflections of derisible comeuppances made
Undesirable, god owned inflections of disturbances.
You dislike it?
Seise that crazed rabid ram
And wrangle it
Into the ground
Instead of rampaging
Around trapped entanglement.
Accepting inertia in hushed hysteria
Believing in the wooden tensions
With crackling voices of panic infused
Pathetic whimpers of choices tumbling,
Ascending ionisations of the unknown;
Formulating negative and positive charges.
Tell me again
How you are powerless
To control the outcome.
When I know different.
I can do whatever I’ve decided I can do.
A scale filled with grains of truth
Tip from one side
Balance is achieved
After subsequently accumulated
Evidence piles on each side.
But this scale
Has an observer
That has desires
He wants one side
To tip over the other.
Another tiny eroded seashell
A miniscule piece of quartz
In a frantic frenzy
Hoping to find