Void

A vector on graph, devoid of tonality
A piece of a puzzle, dull and relentlessly fitted.
How can you claim to hate humanity?
Who are you to ask who I am?

We seem to be like stars, I think.
No, not star crossed lovers.
Each person a galaxy away from one another.
And we all think we're the center of the universe.

What binds me to her is gravity undefined.
What coils me, sinks me into the ground like ripe vines?
Well I wouldn't know, I just close my eyes.
And feel myself consumed by a slow-burn.
Controlled. Nature's Fire.

Turning cogs within my brain cannot conceed.
I wouldn't give up my play for least arrogant, I plead.
And you would ask this all of me?
Well, perhaps something can get worked out. We'll see.