Neither use nor ornament

Neither use nor ornament

Is what my mother would say

Teenage lethargy

When the brain moves quicker

Than the eye can see

As the body remains

Unmoved

Juvenile angst

Provoking a response

To every sleight

No matter how insignificant

Raw edges

Torn open at every touch

Perfectly formed replies

Lost in translation

Nobody knows

What a poor boy feels

When he is misunderstood

Is a lame excuse

So often used

To little effect

When the truth is

Plain for anyone to see

Whatever the reason

No matter the cause

It is far too readily

Not all about Eve

But all about me

The world revolves

On its own axis

Not mine

But the senses dictate

We are all at the centre

Of our own universe

It takes time

And good judgement

To self-manage

The path of an orbit

To ensure

We maintain balance

Gravitational integrity

Self-avoiding

Another big bang

Whilst remaining

In close proximity

To other celestial beings

We are connected

Not bound

With chain or rope

But as individuals

Embedded

Within a dynamic

Multiverse

Of mutually dependent

Relationships

Interconnected

Solitary systems

Quantum physics

At a molecular level

God’s particle

For want of a word

Hit the accelerator

It should not take

A lifetime

To realise the perfection

At the heart

Of such a wondrous

Collision

Closed systems no more

When we open

To the possibility

Of engagement

One with another

Two together

Three… a trinity