A Grave Charm

A poem based on paraphrased quotes me and a friend say.

Stoned by the grave yard

On the usual verge of an epiphany
In the form of incoherent babbling

Opposites similarly attracted

For the last forever 

The tree will get you back
Keeping the attention alive

When your spring is forward

Your fall is back

Incited by the 8th beat of a heart-attack

Without a physical existence
Nothing is needed
Fighting normal's resistance. 

No quarters were harmed
When your four's alarmed
Their wiles are charmed