Mother of Physics

My tongue can begin to speak

Many languages

They click!

And it’s scrapped words off ancient work.

Summoned new for nasty duels

Death by fire or pitchfork,

How may I unlearn the thrills 

That come stabbing a new world?

There is no wreck like feeding on visions,

You’ve licked clean

A plate that’s been truth told.

Choke on dust and dip your fingers 

Along with others, in bright gold.

Here I am… purely, divide.

Cry and suffer, come alive 

In a time where jesters thrive!

Often times I think about

What I drink when I’m reminded

What hollow being I bring out

Just to keep at it, to band-aid.

This one drink…

What should I pour?

Something wealthy, something poor,

Lonely nights, a light amour?

Yes, I’m weak, I thrive, I see,

More I gulp, more I believe!

Some nights go with me and I 

Sink in colder breaths, hardly.

Heavy, clinging onto me,

I miss golden rings to bear.

My God strikes me all-mighty

When he sets my fingers free.