Seething embers,
diving into jaws
of mistreated lovers,
ruled by the dynasty
of golden standard policy,
backed by the hand
of the joker;
trusting face
with smirking eyes.
Distanced time,
paved clear skies
to a withering
deception.
A refugee,
from the slow
mountaintop dance
of the joker.
And now,
the mountains
of burden,
beautifully crumbling
b e n e a t h the quake.
Weightlessness,
glorified nonresistance,
has led to a faster
revolution.
