Don’t loose your grasp
Let the winds dislocate your joints as you’re stretched
End to end. Beginnings back to beginnings-don’t stop.
Time will run around you like a wolf does it’s coming meal
Don’t close your eyes.
You’re house may burn, but don’t you run.
Let the legs of your chair burn below as smoke
Drains into your lungs. Let the pitcher tip- don’t stop.
Let the carcinogens inside like a chronic smoker does with his every cigarette
Hold on to what you know is true.
Truth isn’t here, and if you are what is not here, nothing here can make you any less than you are.
Have hope my friends, for our faith is untouchable.