A universe can contort

so to mistakes?...
ah though a king wouldn't profess
rather its a a date with music,
a cool hoagie, for now I've returned

Common cold theoretically a disease
waiting to happen in every champion
Huhn!- it's but a nasty charming maddened *******?

Vision body sound mass coalesce

Traipsed able as a cat yet seeking
shields for the wind/ a right veering
glance a hawk marking the terrain
each stand as today they might any other
but one claims power and the body enables
a triple folded humility, presumptions
and right of fastidious delight

To punish as scouts and predators or vermin and bats?!
Is that what the universe allows of us?
Or is that simply hope?... through meaning and
power through adamant or daunted claims of eminent domain
To think after all that!

Couldn't we simply call somebody
and advocate or fume about
the self or whom was treated so badly?

Verses harm and being handed to killers
The rage and  the atmosphere of discontent,
it  has left... maybe nothing

Granted it all seems very artsy but its not as if
asking a keen bunch of girls to join the rack
and honor a trench of bodies tortured for a week
in chains not to mention dirt

dirt

Dirt kicked around mixing earth and motion
against fulcrums of weather through time
The green, as with thought thus the land
is grass or a leaf... the slipper that  is now
pressed to cross the done well to brazen
excellence becomes sweat and toil window to  soil

These are the challenges of a universe and
yet the thoughts amazed ""subsequently""
arrive as though dress rehearsed
with a resonating transcendence