Poetry as pain release;
shaving agony off the mind.
Leaving raw, red-bright
cranium,
pulsating blood
into lines.
Havoc harnessed
and planted
under the Sun - the will to create -
We harvest, one by one,
each seed's
proliferation.
Our swelling subsides,
subdues into lullabies of healing.
Irises bleed meaning,
and for a snapshot in time
the tears create
inner truth.