ThunderDrowns

All those things that never come to pass
Gather at long last into thunder storms
That rave on the leash of our starving minds
That some darker day than usual
Made impossible to find
But those probabilities once awakened
Do not slumber easily upon that electrified air
Which charges the living with those not there
In mute forfeiture of breath
Laden back into winds
Of those stillborn ambitions
That might have been

Transitions dense iron thunder
Groans and cracks and rings
Rolling in the hunger
Each sharp flash brings
Into the illuminated tempest
Of a single moments surrender
Rumbling solemnly
Like some cadenced drum
For those things called
That did not come
Those things called
That could not come

And in the flashing of those denials
My perceptions were attuned
Caught in the downpour
Of that dark afternoon
When dimensions shuddered
Within their frames
And insects boiled
From the gutter drains
Reality moaned as she untied the knots
And the air rushed in to fill those spots
Where the anvil just laughed
At all the broken hammers
That had tried to beat the image whole
Now resounding back to earth in full
Like the slamming of some forbidden door
Upon those mysteries untold
Lost bearing to the world
What they could not hold
Unsubstanciated
Outside the folds

All those things that never come to be
Gather in force expeditiously
Fatally operating on those intellects
Scarcely recovering
From the delirium of their pain
As our implications make an effort
To raise them all in vain