Gets Its Due

 

Perception—

Endless detection

What’s a little manipulation?

Boredom,

it’s too much

Fun?

that sucks. 

Pass the time until oblivion,

knowing the sun will still come 

Even when done;

Bending blues and shifting hues

Dark always gets its due

Too much and it’s a shift of the axis

The world keeps spinning but it’s never the same

Trapped in an interstellar hurricane 

Smoke in the rain mixing with brains 

Inhale as if it’s the last day

End of Poem. 

A reading of the poem and Etymological overview of the word Perception.