The Drone

My gift to you would be only truth

But now I wait for you to follow

Logic and its sweet tomorrow

My face is lined at a steady pace

Of disinterest and disappointment

For now I go and catch the water

That is always slipping

That is always dripping on

Without denial and with constant persistence

My thought was troubled the day I started

Worry was what time allotted

I am the frequency of decay

As the summer turns to dissatisfy the fall

Without denial and with constant persistence

I am the drone to which my mind produces

I am the drone in the obtuse

But I am still in wreck

Of all the things I wrote

For life was a fragile thing

That is hard to fix once fractured

And all that is wanted is beauty

And the unbroken flow of it

Of words and pictures

And earth and sky

All the things that call my senses

Break the drone that was made

With internal consensus

They break the flow

Of what cannot be helped

And bring the things created

Without denial and with constant persistence

I am the labyrinth of my eccentricities

I am the web of emotion and flaws

I am the part of my own following

That led me to the peaceful cream

And unbroken stream of things

And the happy disarray of the ungodly beings

Mixed with all the treasured feelings

Of my every misadventure