-iT
Doesn't care,
iT
Wants
To Be lost
In iT self...

-with all iTs distractions
Peripheral visions
Collideoscope
The heart felt....

+ diluting
All that's around
iT
Can't comprehend
The ágape...

+ so iT
Crashes
Head on
In hopes
iT's purpose
Properly translates...

- push
stampedes
To shove,
When the blind
Brush along the walls.

-Occasionally
Bursting off the ceiling
When
There's nothing left
to stand on...

+Offense
Shouldn't be taken,
For that in which
You know not
There of.

+sadness
The constant passenger,
iT
Continues to love...