allow us beget
the nigh-times,
when running,
      screaming,
out unto the night;
      scrap the fire in your head.
marvel at emoted removal
from renaissance of self-
implication, mayhaps this
time without screaming, without
Yelling;      times post-passionate.
direct line of sight,
pop the blinds
and come see the reality;
becoming,
always embarrassingly patient,
and upfront representative is flawed.
**** the right thing.
the same exact spot;
the aways self-same.
**** it to loss;
sliced thumb to bone,
luckily the left-hand,
and not the Hand of Creation.
(unused potentiality,
most likely)
and at times,
make it wholly
so unbearable
so that you'll never forget
the purposed-reason
behind changes in survival;
**** a memory on memory on memory;
be cold,
be uncomfortable,
be the resonance
found plucked of soul.