Joining.

Treasure, but what
measure?
Coming and going, fleeting
pleasure,
But what measure?

Crown dislodged within,
Twitch, the throws, in death
again,
At least it knows, but grows
the pain.

But what measure? Seeking
lost treasure,
Rising and falling, fleeting
pleasure,
But what's the measure?

Sit alone and let the vultures
come,
Life, viral, truth escaping
some,
Let the vultures come.

Picking clean that bit of
the gate,
No entry, no escape, just
fate,
Through destruction the
fates create.

Constant, the only, in
change,
Just the same, just
rearrange,
Picking clean, released from
the cage.

But what measure? Seeking
dislocation from pleasure,
No need to seek the treasure...
-END-
(C) D.C. Chapman
3/13/2013