we ride
this boundless wave
from crest
to crash
in chaos
crushing shrieks
and drowning cries
echoes
in the undertow
through waters
of an unknown quest
sinuating circumstances
tend this surface tension
tenuously
as each action
scatters sentences
in capillary sequences
of curious inconsequence
where quantum rifts
soon shift to cosmic
drifting upon caustic wake
it is in that squallish whisper
when the hands of fate uplift us
sifting through our sins
in graceless cringing
and grimaced chagrin
gravity turns inverse
severing us
from our sanctimonious symbols
and sacred trivialities
we once revered
with fierce resolve
our lives revolved
provincially
with every round
all soon found
to have been
profundity’s antithesis
arriving at the genesis
of cyclical rebound
reborn and disavowed
in distant visions
of the now
Max, or Not 