You no longer
Hear symphonies
Solely movements
Unemployed tympanies
For work hunger

The sky
Burst open
And 
For hungry crowds
The sun is bright
It is clouds
That demand
Truth proven
Disdaining a lie

Before a child
Speaks
It draws us into
Its universal
Communication
We understand
Our own situation
Is a reversal
Yet children grow
Topping new peaks
While eternally styled

The young
Squirrel
Isn't a dance
Nor song
It speaks to us
And we’re wrong
In a trance
Down mind’s tunnel
On ego hung

Our
Proximity
To
The grave
And we stew
Reality
Gone in an hour

The Yankees
Spew 
Disrespect
And the Dodgers
Abused
Brooklynites
Still confused
In fights
Accused
As soldiers
In all effect
I knew 
Never bend knees

The ejaculation
Realization
The more 
You have
The closer the door
Of annihilation
Just speculation

I am a fish
Coursing
In a medical
Aquarium
Its only sensical
I’m swimming
To my finish

A symphonic
Movement
Relies on unity
Of progression
Not disparity
Of sentiment
A single trick

I am a nerd
And I speak 
With AI
Not a Priest
Who can fly
To the peak
I mumble a word