prayers your way through the pain
tossed to and from the criminally insane
shadows block the vortex to its highest resolution
the surface of the tongue is marked by a fever pitched response
within these four walls that bind
immortal emergence
out on the midnight wire getting a bit higher
blown up in its fullest of desire
faith is the reaction toward the circuit of the wall
stand up for yourself maybe ten feet tall
by the window a bird in song
the faint cry of a whisper through the breeze
melt inside holding a candle to the textual decorum
again we stare at the wall completely honest
being in the moment something civil
like a cat being stuck in the middle playing second fiddle

faces, lips & hands
when will we ever live to understand
the convergence of a dream in twilight with another hand
blind ambition toward the premise of so much more yet what
living in our twenty first ceentury world in quite a rush
what hurts you the most is it fear
vain promises in the dark have come into the light
never give up or give into the fight