Force Majeure

these are the days after!

everything now is measured in the after,

nostalgia can not change a thing.

christ and his before and after...

christ and his chance occurrences...

irresistable and unforeseen tendrils

marking time in storms, quakes, floods,

fires, and droughts of disasters

shifting mantles and tectonic plates in before and after.

layers in the rock, lines on the faces, lines in the soil

wrinkle through blood and rows of vines.

horns blow in this after denied three times,

a sacrificial lamb of superior force warning.

deceived by the roar from a muffle of a truck,

in this realm longing for an impossible homecoming.

trigger armani scent, the smell forever linked

to the memory of mountains in spit on his balaclava.

numbers pulled by demons versed in the vedas

avalanche of disasters coming and going in this after,

in a universe made of antimatter does love exist?

these are the days after!

everything now measured by the after,

nostalgia can not change a thing.

teeter totter on the edge of perfection,

many are invited but few are chosen...

order of magnitude shake the snow. time... dancing with the dancer

can not kill a good pupil in unison with a force majeure.