Deliberate mind

Up from broken bearing
does spring settled
the wide-berth of
deliberate mind.
In swells, off course
a song of sweat
set sailing to this
tiny track in time.
So small are rivulets,
the frayed ends 
frightened to resolve
a salient form.
Through life, a son
erects a favored will
representing all passion
long since born.

Mirror woes, Mirror waves

I do not believe in the cheap trick and I would not say but that it needs to be said:  far more unsettling than the predictable end is the reflection of us as we live.

The mirror woes and
the mirror waves,
present 
unsettled constitution
in sedentary haze.

Poor boy!
     Poor us for living.
     That he might know
     pain and pain alike,
     and that hate is forgiven.

In every moment a
reflection.
In each a rattled nerve
less sense, scant affection.

Poor life!
     Without meaning nor worthy lament.
     Grant that we might blanche,
     not persist and persist;
     yet from birth defiling only innocence.