Monsters and Marvels

Humming monotony

and radio waves

that flood through your ear drums,

like rain drops gathering in

iridescent

puddles

that shimmer

in the fading

moon-beams,

causing ripples of chaos

and a high pitched wailing--

of a mother wolf

that bawls and bawls

into the silence,

and is silenced by

silent oppression

that causes each of us

to be quiet.

As each person drowns

in oxygen

that flows down the trachea

and floods each passage,

as icebergs melt

and waves capsize

and the world keeps spinning

perpetually,

and the sun that judges

and scalds,

blisters each of our 

existences

in attempt to wake us

from our eternal slumber,

where the bombs crash

while flowers grow--

the sweet contradiction

of glory and glamour

that goes and goes and goes

in cycles

that tumble

in the washing machine

bleaching the colored fabric

of humanity,

fading the diversity

of each stitch in time

as life-times repeat,

but the music keeps 

moving 

and pulsing 

and writhing

in contractions

that bear both 

monsters and marvels.