Life is a victim of uncertainty.

Searching for normalcy
as life is a victim of uncertainty.
Underestimating our own realities
as the structure bleeds.
With each applause
deeper they slip their claws.
Trying to unmask the face
involved in each case.

If the universe had a face,
would it resemble that of the human race?
Is it energy that is sacred,
exposed, and naked?
No flesh to restrain it,
and confine its wit.

As their claws dig
through the atmospheres wig,
they find themselves
standing upon empty shelfs.
All out of rhythm
and all out of rhymes.

Their tongues untie
and they ask
“If you are real show yourself.
I forgot you don’t have a body
a glue to hold yourself together.
You made flesh and bone to hold us in.
How come you didn’t save any for yourself?
Was the material not thick enough,
not magnificent enough,
for something such as yourself?”

Thanks for reading.
-Temperamentally Tina