Existence is a labor of love yet
a labor of love itself
is  found
...does reside within life
how to reconcile the difference?

The eased... exercised, the excised
When the souls are shining bright
I need to believe that it is there for me

Endurance foray as she dances and derives
  on the path all the way out to Lucifer's cabin
Don't just stand and sit thinking hoping pacing
  denying trying to unbelieve

The years turn to cheers
  turn to sears burning of criticism
    left by the masses deft unbound learned
       by denial's marquee

Until I find the start

  for which ends and eternity yield not

   an innocuous feeling not a one and destitute

     originally belonged to me!