Simulacrum for silence,
Attitude and defiance,
Greed and reliance,
Firm condescendence.

Daft realization,
Strong contemplation,
Opprobrious temptation,
Divine indulgence.

Harry steam,
Like a dream,
In silken seam,
Ravishing realm.

Breaking on a coast of stone,
Hundreds of waves alone,
Like a palette in perfect tone,
Like an artist left unknown.

Independence and retribution,
Obsequy and evolution,
Into the days of choking pollution,
Where I cannot find the resolution.

Partisan to life, Sovereign to death;
‘Till the end all seen as tithe,
And a trifle quart of blithe,
Weighed weight bending lithe.

Quiescence as thy quietus implements,
Although I know of its advance.
Humble, tired, crumbling sentient,
Until I pass and an exhale compliments.

The globe continues on, turning, dying,
Like a fostered child left crying,
Separated in cold space trying,
To find salvation underlying.

More fall, flatter than the rest,
Until I father my hopes and digest,
The facts that I held dear are regressed,
To their infancy and suppressed.