We're not the dreaded foster.
We're not the tackled fate.
We're not the preechled tempest,
Worrying that we're late.

We're not the trench entangled.
We're not that speed trap set.
We're not anjlichen models,
You're happy to for-get.

We're not the unbecoming.
We're not the dis of ease.
We're bigger, smaller, lighter.
We do, because we please.

We're present, loving tendrils,
The cells that feel you give.
We're prosperous, furdy hopefuls.

You learn.
We flow.

You live.