The power of one person;
That of one person.
The power of two;
A thousand.

With each word of false enthusiasm,
Taken is a piece of me,
Until there are no pieces left,
With which to be.

For each spark of energy,
It surely is a drain,
Leaving me supported,
By dry inner pain.

The whole of everywhere and all that is in it,
An astronomical clock with infinite minutes.
A number of variables from which we can choose,
Liberty of action but limited to use.

Tick the box for the incompetent party,
You wish to fill the void,
Fill it with bureaucracy; needless and ineffective.
To replace what we’ve destroyed.

“God save the Queen”,
For what’s to replace her?
Praise her power and majesty.
As a substitute saviour.

As grand as we make them,
Failure, although we may give rise.
Too far left or too far right,
We will ensure their demise.

As the world will fight,
Over power and control,
It oscillates between us,
And those who seemingly rule.

Magna Carta’s text; merely a width,
Returning control back to the side,
From where apparently taken,
But not where it hides.

A clock’s winding continuation,
missed by the clocksmith’s hand.
Or the battery’s replacement,
Not afforded within one’s band.

Prevailing randomness would make way,
For chaos, no order and instability.
Although from this the whole of everywhere did begin,
Its retraction is caused by misuse of our liberty.

Eye lids of lead,
Dragging my head,
Pulling my thoughts,
Down to my bed.

From day I resign,
Night is now mine,
For my resignation,
From the day time.

Consciousness hid,
To dream I bid,
No effort made,
In leaving my id.

Come light morning,
Forgetful and yawning,
Stretch as I may,
With the day’s future dawning.

To start I consume coffee,
To spark up my energy,
Bright and alert,
I write this allegory.

Learn first we must,
To see beyond the crust,
The underlying truth,
In which we can trust.

Take a step back,
To change tack,
Canter you can’t,
On this old hack.

The horse of a new ride,
You can bestride,
With a heart of new,
So emote with its tide.

Unprecedented and infinitely condensed:
Oscillating over the expanse, most deep.
Heat colder than the coldest unknown,
And cold hotter than the hottest of heat.
Overwhelming energy and power squeezed into a finite space,
Fitting for an electron a trillionth divided.
For a singularity, being just one,
Such profuse diversity of one undone.
With gravity hosting the gravitas of God’s venue,
The particle party gets underway,
With conventions abundant.
Brand new guests, unknown to man, arrive,
With the fusion of their making,
Which causes them to be,
Delivered to their waking,
Yet to be governed by He,
Whose government from 1914,
Have been preparing for this time,
When need of judgement is called for,
Judgement will be yours and mine.
Never again will we be,
An infinitely condensed singularity

Your behaviour has no flavour;
Only spurious temerity.
Your false strength helps you ride this length,
While your detriment is left with me.
Riding away from your troubles,
And away from your strife,
Leaving behind your woes,
But abandoning your life.
My stomach now sick with your city fumes,
You’ve silently emitted and filled these rooms,
For your so called friends;
Perpetuating confidence in excess,
To blindly inhale,
Until their last breath.

Procuring conditioned conformity;
Pejorative and intentional,
Disdainful to divinity.
Subjugation subliminal.

Facile masks of jocundity,
Blind us from the notion,
To which our hearts open ignorantly,
Causing inevitable commotion.