Every Going Nowhere

Fire dwells and sparks in between
Thoughts, words, and deeds
Spaces, tingling, hot, unseen

Waters flow throughout the night
The small places filling up
Causing you to agree it’s right

Sound and furious moving parts
Military commands, so many
Sorcery compels through darkest arts

You yield and fall willingly low,
Arranging yourself as instructed
Crawling to places you’re told to go

Trials and tribulations galore
Politely, you asked for this
Requesting, begging, always “more”

My angel, bound to always be true
My devil, expected nightly to please
Consuming, devouring, all of you

I’ll tell you when I’m done for the night
Then you may collapse into sleep
Until then, submit, and be held tight

Author: Kevin Trent Boswell

Kevin Trent Boswell is a thing that once blinked briefly in and out of existence. It made noises and gestures while it lasted. The exact nature of its demise is unclear. Some sources say it collapsed beneath the weight of entropy and time. Other tertiary evidence suggests the possibility that it was destroyed by a predator, an accident, or perhaps even by itself. The truth of the matter is unknown. Luckily, no one cares. View all posts by Kevin Trent Boswell