There’s plenty of this,
enough for a long time.
Recidivist grace
and the price that it cost us.
Simple as it all
was supposed to be,
disconnected implications,
psycho-wino-babble.;
here the ingrate,
funds you on your level
This time,
we don’t know,
we here;
we are stumbling
far from our towers
and sanctuary.
Let’s see what you have within you.
Conceived at the bottom
Of this convergence,
I am alive.
Sick of the cowards and feigned trust.
Not sensing walls,
or restrained movements.
Slip this situation,
like another
silky supposition.
Raw unfolded pages
claim the eyes,
the mind.
What we decide
is possible.
Never a word when the world was one.
We missed the nightfall awaken,
suddenly it is all crystal clear.
We should be afraid of something.
