My Bitter Rival

O, my bitter rival, the dark blue above,
an ocean, losing warriors to gravity,
deluges my body in brackish filth
to purge the clarity from my mind.
His biting chill gnaws my bones,
languishing any strength
that filled its hollowed out architecture.
The obscurity masks the pained countenances
fleeting, like whispers of a cyclone.
I listen, cautiously with anxiety,
through the silence of humdrum
pitter patter pounding terra firma,
awaiting the temblor to shatter my tenderness
as a jolt, swift and numbing,
shocks the body into submission,
without coercion nor persuasion,
and returns whimsically to the undeniable tranquility
and serenity of disjointed body and soul.
A stormy bitter rival, O dark blue above,
drowning with displeasure and reviving with delight.