Life Poem by Job Laz

I
As a bathe in stillborn water
With soggy brows
And a lumpy heart
As silver drizzles in July
With the current flogging hard
As little sparks thinning out across the cloud
A path stems a drolly pause
II
As an empty scroll
With grave acts to script
As a rocking chair
Pacing with no colourful clicks
As a fuzzy trek
With nil likeness of truth
III
As a mist vanishing with sunrise
A pounce loud and hearty
That fades in twilight shades
A thumping of the air
With pit trays
And thinning claps
IV
Trace the likelihood of the simple
Toll not your worth
For in a little while the sway ends
And the rhythm stops to a raving clock
Where will you keep your head?
V
In the bosom of tearing maids;
Flushed in the smoking embers of nausea,
On the steeple of peace
Or in the chime of church bells;
By the heap of heady wit
Or on the pages of mindless citations
VI
Be still O friend
To fetch wisdom when it is found
Be willful O brother
To seek a fair lantern field
Be firm O friend.