Abstract, cohesive,
Invigorating, sobering
Hypothetical absolutes.

They begin purifying the ground,
Wearing not black, nor the noisy character of day, but the ambiance of the rising of the moon,
Stealing through the enclosure, lit as at a dark twilight.
Not robbers nor beggars; skilled and cunning they fertilize unholy ground,
as idolaters often do.
Riddled with holes, they take the appearance of the corpses of her…
They seem to respond to Him, Him, Him alone.
He yells, “Descend, descend!” and she holds His stare, unable to respond, dazed, feeling as if to have ordered the command herself.

At sea (The Atlantic): Specific in the attempts towards land, firm-browed.
Until Leonardo/Jack/Iscariot runs on and Hope falls (jumps?), over the side, lost to the sea.
Ariel after the witch.
(At least Lost At Sea and The Little Mermaid were nominated for an Oscar! Leo couldn’t come through for Titanic! she smirks.)

That anonymous grin slowly disappears.
The Father steals the chords,
His Son goes for the teeth,
Their Eternal Companion with the lips. Yet

He

Remains.
Cursing heaven and hell with the ****** features she has left, weeping.
Yet she ticks, follows the schedule, knows not of the Divine confirmation with lubricating Oil. (Confirmation of what, she asks.)

And she knows life’s supposed to be joyous and full-formed,
But this play is too complex for her to perform.

Apply yourself,
Apply yourself,
Or you’ll sleep on the streets all by yourself.
Don’t ask silly questions; don’t try to scrape by,
Apply yourself this time.

Try yourself,
Try yourself,
No matter the hurdles inside yourself.
Forget the drinking, the hunger, the pain,
Try yourself again.

Push yourself,
Push yourself,
We think the stress won’t **** yourself.
Just go to a college outside of your league,
Through a stifling program to get your degree.
But if you fail, you must be lazy;
Push yourself like crazy.

Stay strong!
Stay strong!
Let go of your thoughts that, “This system is wrong,”
Or, “9 months is too long,”
Or, “Crack makes me King Kong,”
Or, “Should I use needle or stick with the ****?”
Silly, such thoughts, with no motivation,
People today have no innovation.

Help yourself,
Help yourself,
When you’re in the church all by yourself,
Your mom’s in a coffin, your dad’s in a grave,
Your sister and mister both passed away.
And then a man (more hardworking than you),
Comes in and kills you, right in the pew,
Blood seeps out and you sleep evermore…
Listen to us or be one with the poor.

The cry
of the barrel screams
Screams resound across the earth's
Great Expanse
Expands from the lowlands of Vail to
the valleys of Los Angeles to
the depths of Oceania to
the oceans of death and,
after incessantly increasing,
incredulously stops.

Except not really.

Really, to most Valians,
he was just a name in passing,
fluttering past consciousness just long enough
to get a "poor thing" or a "shame."
Really, his body hit the cement a full
7 hours, 6 minutes before his parents came work
from home, not the other way round,
Saw the alien body of their offspring, then the corpse,
and threw themselves
at lawyers, counselors, and more lawyers
as each professional debated which lover
he wanted as his teammate in the opening of
The Blame Games.
Really, the cessation of Adam's heart
didn't open the gates in exuberant expectation of
The true savior.
His beats stopped when
the world began
The lost change in between his seat cushions
never had just one meaning.
Really, he never thought he would
ever amount to more than a dollar.
Really, the only question that matters,
the only entreatment with gravity,
is, Was he right?