Current SotM (November)

Dynamism

by rockon1824

The silver moon, dripping off downcast eyes,
lights shadows in the ripples of the shifting sea,
washes skin in its miserable agony,
erodes the core of the afflicted earth:
the dynamic skies,
the gestalt's rebirth.

The refraction of its opaline light,
chemical reactions sparked by its cool, wet hands,
both conspire to modify the master plan,
drawing vertical stripes on night's black walls:
the dynamic height,
the endless fall.

The inverse connection of soul and mind
trusts in an electric spark, in dock to synapse,
'til it misfires and all impulses collapse,
the dust settling, revealing only dust:
the dynamic mind, always robust.