A Sea of Tense and Tea

is there no assurance of things long remembered?

a steady rhythm to recall the object of my derision

I, a small and feeble thing

confessing words that strain to match the intensity

of men with chests, barreled full of poetry

a thing long forgotten, it not I

and a placid sea of tense and tea

maybe it’s better to be blessed

than to arrange fallen line comedies,

an orangutan harangue and pitiful pigs

the procession never ends

this evolution is revolving round

flaccid round a cosmic point that dwindles

it must be something that collapses into nothing

what then remains of things long remembered?

better left lamented, love cements itself

till the bitter end begins again

and again I strain to see the point

where the small and feeble thing

becomes worthy of a king, it not I

pardon me, pardon me amidst the sea

find a steady rhythm to recall

a line forgotten in royal geometry

the wave stands still yet what remains

a pillar of salt just right, his not mine

then left a tragic stain

remember the pronouncement, again

a thing long remembered,

never more, never mine, I resign