Meadow Sense

Haphazard happy now
The plateau that sits and wails
For more meadow
More backdrop
And less than stormy skies

Denial flowers bloom
Corduroy lavender wish
When one star would have been enough
The fearful leave the system

Into science goes fiction
Hypotheses and guesswork
Certainty is an iron narrative
Shaved and steamed and bucked

Make it make sense, damn you
Invite this reader in
I say, if you can see the words
You're invited
And sense will end us in the chin