You walked our
pacing feet
deliciously sore.
Minds racing
from rationalizing
how to avoid
facing
the obvious answer.
‘Cause the potency
of heartbeats
seems,
to the hopeful,
inversely proportionate
to their palpability.
But this stability
deflowers at once
before said misguided
optimists
who, in the face
of hastening fragility,
bow in submission…
…to the cancerous
realization
that the state we’re in
is a thinly veiled
fabrication.