no tigers persuading

there is silver in the air
waving like a compass
albeit, it has no gathering forces,
no wind around the curve
fighting to break through
there are no stadiums relentless
tossing the balcony, defeated,
like parsimony in the antique
grave, unattended, unadorned majesty
there are no tigers persuading
elements and constructs, perceiving
train embellishments, trade stocks
no where does this end soon
but it could end with a wheel borrowed