Words reach flesh
Like red fodder
Since they feel just
thinking
Caught a mouse under
Lion toes, caving in
You're mine to crush

To belittle

Give me a Catch-22
And I'll give you
Twenty
Two
to
Catch
- and inhale

Respect those around you with nimble toes, gentle hearts of melted iron
With faces touching, seeing, and consuming the nearby
Earth that dyes green and blue, gripping the sky
Children reach bones as adults crawl, searching for necessity
We try

Because there is a hope that cries true and loud.

That this is what we will ever need.

So inhale. And feel.