A kid, awed by the mystery lines that glowed,
Seeking for an open grave to bury his tiny ears
Dreaded by the inevitable that followed.
Though the spines did announce the ingress,
Fell a breathing statue with clenched fists,
Innocently formulating strategies to deceive
The amorphous beast while it’d exist.
His heart pounded like a little orchestra
After the diverging flashes had faded away,
Presuming it’d swallow the marching band
Before its intrusion as a furious gray.
Swirled his mind benignly, ahead of time,
Trying to weigh the upcoming fate.
Even with the clock steadily walking forth,
Patiently persisted the impatient wait.
The few trembling moments that followed,
Momentarily throttled
the air around.
Wished to be a statue, breathless, before
He saw the first drop touching the ground.
The humming fragrance off the moist soil
Made him wish to be breathing again,
To be standing gracefully, to be climbing,
Just to fall again...
