the hiss of the consistent lines of yer bed
collate to the meaning of the parts you never said
constant procedure-esque accelerated forms of panic
are gripping the forefront at every symmetrical point

there’s nature in beauty

the underlying themes direct you in a spiral
of front line politics and disassociated angles
much is clearer when learning to cry
the shadow of yer hair is a casual reminder that we will always be
lower than the sun
so be amazed at the confrontation…
and settle in

from distance called conception
to carry out old ways
when sleep, she dreams of falling
compliance is arranged

dependent from a young age
of reconciled abbreviation
the comfort found cowering in web
is no match for the complexity
of losing the concept

stormy summer nights and fracturing the closest feeling
you have of true warmth
the power of one fist slamming down the beginning
can be a tonic for a false sense of abrasive rage

simmering in the cold light of day
diseased antidotes are a common necessity
in the race to remove the smiles from our faces
much is not needed to phase this