Ahh! You can hear it can't you?
The pit patter of the greatness that has been enveloped by despair
Hail!
We whisper whimsically
Ahh that bravado!
It is deep and it echoes.
Vibrations they're crack the screen so that you might reach into the milieu of the internet
And when you finally touch the secret stuff
Scream Hail!
Your scream is deafening.
I can't hear it. But I feel it
Once more now, this time let go of your fears.
Once more now, this time let go of your dreams
Hail!
It is done. Not your song, but the crescendo.
We will go higher one day, but not today.
We will sing louder one day, but not till tomorrow.
Ahh that crescendo!
You can no longer sing me to sleep.
Siren, vixens, succubi and men
Be gone you have no power here.
Instead let the rolling thunder come.
It crashes and crackles.
It lights up the starry sky, which we cannot see.
But now we feel it!
Hail!
It's falling. Everywhere. But the pit patter doesn't bother me. 

Why bother?

Often I think most things have purpose.

Even the purposeless is supposed to be frilly fun. 

And though people tell you to just wait. 

I just think why bother? 

You know they don't want to talk. 

Yet you keep yammering away. 

Wasting air and making ears fall off. 

Why bother? 

Nah, that laugh was fake. 

Can't you tell it was 4 seconds long, the typical duration of a laugh 

is either a short staccato burst or a long voluminous roll

You're still going to remember his name. 

Why bother? 

When they just dwell on the negative.

No one is going to recognize mediocrity. 

But my kid can read a few sentences! 

Why bother?

Your dreams are merely fodder.

For others to scorn and jeer. 

And you know not to shed a tear. 

Instead you just say "why bother" 

Floatsam

Look at what I found!

Resting on the side of the river bank. 

You're smooth with soot embroidering your face. 

My Gaia in the palm of my hand. 

And so I follow your river down to your origin. 

It pours into a bioluminescent lake 

You look like the moonlight. 

I come right up to the divide between water and land. 

I throw you

You skip, once, twice, three times. 

Each skip produces ripples that spread

So I dip my feet into the water in anticipation 

of your embrace finally reaching me. 

It travels from my toes to my head. 

I can feel you calling out. 

Good travels my fair stone!

Now you can begin your final journey. 

Alas I am too old to dive. 

So I tread, imagining what it would be like. 

To be a leaf falling in still air 

When you reach your basin, please remember me. 

The air in my lungs won't expire yet. 

So I lay lifeless looking at the moon. 

I smile imagining you smiling back. 

The soot is cleaned off your surface

And so you receive a new face when you imprint the ground. 

I hope I receive a new face one day. 

But for now I let my skin wrinkle. 

Until my buoyancy subsides.