I. M I N D
My intentions, never do-
But, oh, die young!
Save pity in rotten, inane twos.

My intentions, never die-
Seek pleasure in rights --  I, too
But, oh, do you?

II. S P I R I T
Shapes play in riddles -- if today,
Mine is, nay, ******
But only ****** yesterday.

Shapes pace in restlessness -- I, too
By one defined, yes,
Mine is, nor do.

III. B O D Y
Blame one, do you?
Speak! pain, if raw, is tame-
Mayhem done -- notwithstanding dame.

But one, doesn't yearn,
Mayhem is not death-
Speak pure! I remember its turn.

If you're going to let this bridge burn
I'll watch it go down in flames
But right as you turn
And walk away,
To a stabler bridge where you might want to stay,
You should know
That I will build this back
Until me and you
Can both stand on it together