i believe in self reflection
yet am seeking something to keep me on target
the hours are cheap and never complete
until we have digested the depth of our sorrow
i’ll sing a song
for the children of the dawn
wearing flowers and bows
for gardens can grow in desolate spaces
and flowers can bloom despite your long faces
and i am a lion with canine precision
i am the darkness in the midst of mourning
sorrow is holy
words are worthy
under the impressive sky
i fly to the ethers
out from justice
the berries of hatred
secrete juice that is tainted
and stain our features with their unctuous secretions
did you waver
or did you savor
the fruits they forgot to give you
look for mediocrity in fields of melancholy
and grief strung on strings of bikini anarchy
a blessed nothingness
respect this drunkenness
relax and follow the sound into silence
have you once overcome violence with more anger
or is it smarter to whisper and release the need to be right
than to win a battle
that is taking over your consciousness