One more time around the sun Is when we dumbly stare Instead of creating something fiery That we have in our bosom, Which is why we admonish it, And send it to our asymptote eyes As it dissolves on the spinning ceiling fan, So much of what could have been laughter, Laughter.

We are in a frightful world, today, And it is a hungry world That draws your blood And prizes it up to prisms For the empty orange coloration, . Everything, always, Defined by the lethal moment To crown and shred icon

When you heard those hungry rumblings, That was this Earth, Things to forever stay here suspended As night for the love bearers, The bright eyed young babes Strobing the dance hall, Happy movie nights On a Saturday, You, Truly.

That rapacious divinity is still Mixing with the watching gods from her, I see it because it is so paramount of life, The only thing real, Animal teeth digging into skin, Where “soul” was some compromised reflection Banished from the sports fields.