The Phantom Ossature  

Smelting verbal ore into cool verse
is a delightful way to pass the time
since my unruly mind I now coerce
to snare stray thoughts upon a strand of rhyme!
 
And thusly may madness be tamed
or forged into rarefied coherence,
rather than be lost in aether unnamed
like Frisbees over oblivions fence!  
 
Oh, how that ominous border offends!
 
How dare it threaten my fragile story!
 
I'd have entropy itself make amends
for all it has done to mortal glory!
 
So I scratch away on parchment or wall
to boldly state that with mirth I will dwell,
and although one span of life is too small
I will find merriment in some ink...well.  
 
Yes, I'll jot thoughts down and jot them nicely
then get them printed so they will linger,
then do it again, twicely or thricely...
and in this way show eternity...my finger!