Nothing can fail me for your fragility is godly and holy
Hence pure
.
You are of the lost schoolyard escape
You are of the renegaded  treason  that mars
All of those who claim to be the heroes of today
--
Like old newspapers
Yellow
Faded
Wind bown thru vacant streets
--
Innocent child
--
All is silent ; even your screams cannot be heard
Invisible
(Even the pain--
ESPECIALLY THE PAIN!)
///
Fragile

Hence

HOLY
GODLY
PURE

Whatever good it does you
Let it do you well