Empirical evidence strongly suggests,
that my world is coming to an end,
further affirmed when I licked the leathery skin of silence,
in the crocodile's den;
I left with a wave and nod,
but when backstroking a return to shore,
coral sirens whispered
that even the arrogant will fall;
stumbling from the lilac tides,
I found whale dunes sleeping
beneath the sky's glass eye;
And here, I knew a simple rhyme scheme couldn't convey
those of death's tears,
which dripped away,
for I'm pirouetting on this precipice
and No-one taught me how to do the ballet,
and if I haven't started living,
who should take my breath away?
"But look at the clock!" No-one told me,
"The world reaches for another day."
So I'll take my life in my hands,
hidden, tucked away;
but a life so contained,
blisters callused flesh;
it unscrews the fingernails of time,
leaving forests
just sparrow nests;
So I'm dragged in circles by life,
smirking, on a first name basis with pain;
and thus seen without binoculars,
a human being, in its frame
Alexander Sammartino