One Week Poem by jan ejsymontt

One Week

Pure energy fuses the soul
Flying high screaming through the skies
Landing belly up in a pool of uncertain hope
Red hot plans wavering in one moment of doubt
Through a rollercoaster of poised confusion
One mercurial dreamy day
Lost the next in dark unknowledge
Beaming lights of fragile desire
The universe reflects its awesome power
I am miniscule, I have no chance
I dance the dance and smash remnants of the past
In a celebration of nothing stays the same
All of this in seven fine days