A reminiscent rain

A reminiscent rain

The few lines memorized 

Of a conversation 

That cannot be revised

Soft rain recollections 

How we vowed but instead

Happiness is a choice

The words I left unsaid

In late days of tango

In late days of tango

Eyes still in their embrace

Understanding and full

Linear face to face

Yet we are both spinning

Because we are attune

Like the Earth turning and

At the same time the moon

The Overwhelm rising

The Overwhelm rising

Beethoven at the brim

The light bleaching from the

Medallion to the trim

The excess is waiting

Some distant thunder clap

Expectations heightened 

Topographical map

Learning to see the end

Learning to see the end

Never is forever

Promises broken bells

Guesses merely clever

Memories of us are 

Fish out of water eyes

Tomorrows are taken

But there’s still a clockwise

The manosphere is not

The manosphere is not

A sphere, it is a box

With crucifixion swords 

And a stockpile of rocks

Incels and yes, sellouts

Blaming women falsely

Man childs who won’t grow up

Mano, man oh, costly

The race continues on

The race continues on

Choosing to walk alone

Thoughts in a close corral 

One breath when glass is blown

Knowing when to resume

The common goal to run

Raindrop to waterfall 

Cotton fiber to spun

Further out in the primes

Further out in the primes

The stone skipping wider

Yet the centered main mast

Anchors without slider

Under night sky flowers

Celebration of time

The words to describe us

No synonym or rhyme