If words were gold
and intent diamonds
the life of one grain
of sand,
richest on
this planet, may be
wit coiled
upon itself to burn
its starter, fire might
consume the paper we
close in our wallet,
the pyre in which
I and the human race
turn to ashes
might be normal

passion, burning
for each other;
empathy or its comprehension,
celebrating the lowly, meek, the forgotten,
beggar  thief,
weeds of the leaves of grass,
be celebrated, by me,
now.

with no need
to justify my assumptions
there weighs judgement of
society,
the value of all,
I  and you are
the sunrise, experience it;
the newest day
feel the fire, consume my being with it,
glow with me.