Grinding Ahead

The drive's too corrosive to bear
Decreed, you'll pommel ecstatic ages.

Seaweed wavers through a lens
A ladder through beckoning awaits.

The plunge so obvious
The station's platform's empty.

Dare not to cascade
Tumultuous arcades loom indignant.

Dumped on a tumbrel trouncing along
Infinity's ensconced in a sick brain.

Hopeless tumplines grind the horizon
Scud your portents.

Water striders scatter pell-mell
Rough rings slice all uniformity.


The plunge must inform.
Calamity might be,
After all,
Pellucid.