Moth-Eaten And Bare

The fleeting spaces and the oppressed times
Had had a tough toll on every shallow man,
He eked out an existence based on subsistence
The thorough build up to the fall
The keenness he had once felt
Had lasted but long
Replaced by repugnance
He had carried all along.
The depth varied but shallow every man was,
With no particular exception
There ever was. 

Momentary Disquiet

He could twitch and switch in a matter of seconds
For he was covered in malice all over
Guilt took over him
Guile managed to cover
Pigmented judgement
Every hue and every tinge
Blindingly solid and unquestionably still
He stood there happy and silently musing
For the winds of change had blew
Not more, not less
He could quantify it not
He had gained, he had gained
There was no misdoubt.
Pleased and expectant
Even though contented
He stood and he waved
For the transit had begun.