Ungrasp

Notional commotion rides several oceans
To bridges, sand ridges, and starburst emulsion.
I wonder, thunder may lead to a brick;
One in the heart or ten thousand on the house.

"What's the purpose?
Where's the meaning?"
Subject verb objection!
Your honor, it's suspect.

Narrow divide
The permanent chasm
Lonely and last
Will bury fathoms.

Memory's a chase 
And it's your tail.
Follow your mind
It fits in a pail.