Elucidating Questions

Lost on need splendoured.

The mountains call from far off,

Hills rolling thunderous in the distance.

The white plume, a soft white fur, the reminder that it was satire,

But the story is still sad. The poker face of the joker, the shock of the ringing in the ear.

The blue flowers blooming on the side of a rock.

Either way the same, like a piece of them each.

A beat like the clock ticking away, slipping into the rhythm of the day.

Holding on to the beat, trying to keep it without the cracks,

Thinking of something, someone, and anything.

Seeing the scars of the earth hurts, and keeping them held together means so much more than ever was believed,

But she’s beautiful.