If thrown at
Someone
No care if
Returned
Like a coin
Flipped
With a hard
Thumb
Or melted into
Bliss
Dripping from
Eternity
And will jump to
Us
And our hard_gained
Grace
Will smoulder to
Ashes
And then though
We
Pull our teeth to
Potential
It couldn't be
Pushed
Back like a cow
Cawing
At the door or
Window

It is fettered by
Will
Not by our
Actions
And if sensible
Enough
We must get it
Submissively
Offering no
Contradiction