Jawbreakers

What is this third-world revolution,
this far-away paradise?
These lines that slither all around,
like free rider jawbreakers -
And each words compensate for its own depth,
and we have conceived its depth
When emptiness is a revelry
then it is all that I want -
weepinf off your clothes
crying out your woes
But and still,
if the earth hued black,
would you want to make a stop?
if worlds crumble anew,
would you notice everything you do?
If poems turn to prose,
do I still have your love to lose?
...and I spin around
I spin around crying vastness in the ocean
And I don't feel like asking
But certainly, yet certainly...