resurrect
float away
burn that candle at both ends
—
the highest light
fearful of its dense abyss
providing real estate dividends
—
r a w—w a r
in all its forms
hiding in plain sight
—
viewed through righteous eyes
turning left
avoiding right
—
no sir
we will not be nice
—
deliverance in the sounds of theft
—
C o n d e m n e d
within small minds
big mouths + high strides
—
loveless lovers of Sainthood
triggering land mines
—
how much time do they have left??
null
the clock has stopped
—
we cannot be kept.
