stroll

Completely lit    
   beneath    
a swollen Moon    
I tore into    
a gold cocoon    
Waking up    
the beast within    
In hopes this World    
would cease to spin    
   
   So I may rise    
above this flood    
to view the Earth    
reduced to mud    
     Carried away    
by needful things    
I attempt to fly    
with feeble wings    
Drifting free    
through frozen space    
        Toward      
a perfect storm's    
warm embrace...