Need to, want to Fill this heart with joy, Not bubble gum cot- ton candy ploy,
A hunger like ivy needs a trellis just to grow, up toward where that, strange ball of y and o is amber heat
Plant to the Sun "let's meet"
ah, but this roller coaster has gone off the rails and pitched all people in skins, that hide their emotions behind a scream,
pitched them, forked them good, draining every drop of human kind- ness, masking it with superficial paint,
so paint those empty halls, with all the upset and subsets making sure you stir first, for even after painting, a coat of that paint, or two "to warm up a cold space"
you still may be left with empty boxes, and unmatched socks, and a painting project with no end, as you will paint until the paint is gone from the bottom- less bucket, and life time supply of brushes
which as you paint it is the echo you hear in the empty halls from the empty boxes forgetting to stuff a scattered sock after shredding, in either ear.