watery throats and watery eyes,
there had been death here and
it seems we are drowning. versus this,
we seem to be out-manned.

we are a nothing in vast ocean space,
and space and stars, a void mouth open,
hungry and starving and full but
this is the course we are in.

in forces we are soldiers with brittle limbs
and our minds are sore and screaming
for a peace unheard of. sinking in mud and
blood and our veins behind us, streaming.

on loneliness we come up empty just as we are
and it is not a bother but a trait, a person.
acceptance is a step to be learned. we'll show
you something holy and be convicted of arson.