Ebb and Flow around the misery,
Of the woe in our own,
Shared to show
In displays of hate
To release our minds.
Twist and turn through words
That burn
and smoke into being okay.
Lifes residue will dampen our minds
But sobriety was never for us.
Yet something more did stem,
For bacteria will inhale each other.
and we trifled through our libraries of all.
Pillaged, to address the good.
Confront it and accuse it,
For having evaded us for so long.
Did these times 'fix' us?
Or birth memories of grandiose of the rawest humanity?
Our lives will shape around occasional truth
and preset us.
To love is to live
but to live is to give,
and if you do not give
Then the love is no good,
Nor will be the life.
So release and let puncture,
The talons of breath;
Allow torture.
To relish its branding is to live enriched.
Against the grain of protection
lies a mind of salvation.