Rightfully featured,
are we,
in this world
to tear
and re-fashion
born-again fresh wounds
into unique views
through our passion.
The playground has been preset
long before us.
But its purpose
urges us,
implores us
to participate in
knotting up swing chains,
digging holes,
and even kicking sand
out the box.
Where every poem
is a
micro-granule
rearranged,
waiting to be thrown
overboard.
There is an absolute Truth
to be chiseled,
patterned,
interpreted,
and re-dispersed
as smaller,
inspired bursts.
We may feast
from the same
banquet,
but what we gnaw
and burp up
is undoubtedly
fragrantly fresh
every time.