It is inherently rebellious

It is inherently rebellious,

tempting us to search day and night 
until One of us finds the tension so thin 
that a gentle tap can break the surface.

It is the rhythm that swings between two aspens in a field of white verticals,

each stretches to the blue before green caps the desire off,

a desire we did not recognize until it is a lost dream.

I too yearn for the permission to break,

yet tending to the tension so that 
all remain agreeable.

It is inherently rebellious, 
retracting time backwards while pushing us forward,

much like sitting in a train travelling in the opposite direction,

where the world glamours itself before we have a chance to touch or savor it.

It does not belong to us after all.

It does not belong to any of those we think it belongs to either.

It is inherently rebellious, didn't I tell you?

It breaks where we uphold it well and

merges where incisions are performed repeatedly.

I've seen it flee under a solidified status,

I've seen it linger when all was washed away in a flash. 

It is inherently rebellious, didn't I tell you?