Spoken Word Two Worlds

Two worlds turning,
Drifting pointlessly apart.
Endlessly they're spinning,
Neither knowing where to start,
Tearing at the surface,
Of the lithospheric membrane,
That conceals the true identity,
Of mutual desires,
That once acted as a catalyst,
And fueled the mighty fires,
That reduced two granite empires,
Into molten unity.
But whatever man tears asunder,
He always wishes whole again.
So he sets about a searchin'
For the one named resurrection,
With the imbecilic hope,
That it will cease this insurrection,
That has scattered every fragment,
Of this creatures shattered psyche.
But in agony it pulls up lame,
Dispirited it leaves the game,
To those, who bent on self-destruction,
Are much more suited to withstand,
The masochistic baneful outcome,
Of such meaningless
Insidious,
Desires.