Foreplay for the Future, Replay

Coming together or falling apart,
Our stunned stupor retraced over and over.
The parts that pull and push and pry
Endlessly cry havoc.
They fry our retinas and blow apart
With slip-shot gunmetal silence.
This gift that gives and keeps on
Swelters collective memory into a blizzard
And rains down on our existential moments,
Foreplay for the replaying future.
Our past a magnified tack of wit and woe.
We grow the seeds from dying plants
And like small gods, we begin anew.

Walking in the Shade

My feet slip on frost
That sneaks beneath .
My uncertain steps
Paving the moments I meant
To save for something radical.
My posture bent to malcontent,
My leaden legs like loose
Endearing knobs that pivot 'round,
Coming down in the shade of
Buildings that stretch to heights
I'll never guess.
I detest that I am landlocked,
And the sun splinters through
The cracks and attacks my
Vital mission.
The ignition to my future
Lost.
A voice once mine I hear again,
Encapsulated in ice and
Roaring down the fractured
Cracks of sunlight
Which I step through,
Mindless and unaware.
It's only fair
That I walk in the shade.