sometimes you are a vessel
the mortar to the pestle
caved into with striking stirs,
said to ease the pain
promise to envelop the stories, sire
seclude, win it carefully
place two thoughts mixed together,
very alarmingly awake, yet soft
section your art away, vandals to ****** tomorrow
to pacify critick's images
with swift severe style that eats the pile up

-c.j.