Here’s another old poem of mine, dusted off and re-written for your enjoyment, or nihilistic spirals, whichever fits your life.
Gilded Scales
There will come a time,
When all seems sublime,
And all you’ve ever reasoned
Reveals itself, with hollow design;
As it’s brought before your eyes,
On a platter of gilded scales,
Meshed with the bonds of unbinding lies—
The short-term ties of your soul,
for sale.
Then the fragile platter shatters
All its glittery glamour
clatters to the ground
—a cyclone of screeching sound,
Watch it pound
the shifting sands
Like a massive hammer, in heavy hands
As ungainly reason raps at the door.



I love all the onomonopoetic rhymes!