Dance (an acrostic poem)

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Deep bass notes punctuated the melody

Announcing it was time to get up

Nascent instincts awaken and bodies begins to move

Creating a kinetic ephemeral work of art

Even though some of the pieces need some tweaking

Chamber (an acrostic poem)

Cozy silver jacket

Hammer at the ready

All we need is a single twitch

Making all this potential energy

Become a cacophony of kinetic energy

Exploding the projectile forward

Recoiling from what was done

A Metaphysical Situation

It was when Herm noticed the gravity of the situation that he fell from grace.  No force on earth could have restored him to equilibrium.  What little static friction that had kept him grounded vanished in the kinetic condition, leaving him slipping along the path of good intentions.  He would have to spring back at a later date, but for now he had to bob with the wave.  He felt his moral bank redshift and wondered why since everything is relative.  In the end he just stood there between emotional states, not knowing if he was happy, sad, or some superposition of the two.