Without circumstance

To lionize the simple folk  
Starting them off on a collar  
Led astray by some sophisticated wit with money  
and boat loads of free time  
Reacting selfishly to the amble of souls  
pining for status in this modern whirl  
Romancing freedom like some vested chump  
riding on the backs of the boughten  
Mentally, they’ve caned the rose hips into cluster;  
fortifying their abundance like a tilting axis  
on a vintage skewer  
holding up the earth in stained resonance  
whispering nothings to the moon in hopes of a reply  
 
I’ve had all I can take of this bother that drones in my ears  
These lesser minutes splayed in stark idolatry  
I’ve steadied the light that widows the shallow  
bringing with it, some existential value that lay unclaimed
 
I harbour more than I came for  
I’ve caved under this pressure to measure a worth they’ve underlined; to bold their letters in savoir faire
 
If I could carry their rainbow abroad, I would centre the arc to chorus this arbitrary whine from the melding of colours to speak wildly about life without circumstance