-iT
Doesn't care,
iT
Wants 
To Be lost 
In iT self...

-with all iTs distractions
Peripheral visions 
Collideoscope 
The heart felt....

+ diluting 
All that's around 
iT 
Can't comprehend 
The ágape...

+ so iT 
Crashes 
Head on 
In hopes 
iT's purpose 
Properly translates...

- push
stampedes
 To shove,
When the blind
Brush along the walls. 

-Occasionally 
Bursting off the ceiling 
When
There's nothing left
 to stand on...

+Offense 
Shouldn't be taken,
For that in which 
You know not 
There of. 

+sadness 
The constant passenger,
iT 
Continues to love...