We're All As The Wind On The Ether

Despite our trivial endeavours Life isn't a broken key or a glass shard. Turned to please; cut by millimetres Nobody should overlook this gem. To pawn, repay debtors. Neither is it a charmed treasure, either. That keeps just one warm, We're all like the wind in the ether. One terse word transforms: Us into thunder, a hellish transceiver. The heart isn't a turnstile you spin. In the hope of making one man smile, The soul isn't a flower you nurture. Or own or disown or buttonhole pin- In making a connecting merger.