in your grasp

wouldn't it be wonderful

a syllable loud but a worlds worth of emotion
a different type of compatibility meant to explode
i too many a time recognized this outburst
a circular lining of erected iron
scratching at the azure crown
to this spiral i meet with unwavering determination
suddenly shifting until it agrees
leaning back against this bench
i stretch a hand out
only to clutch onto a yearning
that of a sheet of paper