ALAS, I PRAY UPON MY KNEES
THE TREETOPS NOW BELOW THE TREES,
MY FINGERTIPS BECOME MY LEAVES,
I TRY TO REALIZE A POINT THAT'S MEANING LIES BEYOND ME
AS NEUROLOGY DESCENDS,
THE MUSCLES TWITCH BENEATH THE SKIN,
NO CAR, LIE, NOR DOLLAR BILL
WILL EVER MAKE IT BEARABLE
AGAIN
SHRUG YOU OFF
ONE AT A TIME,
I'M NAMELESS AND DEVELOPING
NOT HOW I SING, BUT WHAT I SING,
AND FOR THIS
MY STATUS BLEEDS,
AND JUSTIFIES
MY FEAR OF GREED
YOUR WEAK ATTEMPT
TO PURSUADE ME
IS FAILING TO CONVINCE ME
TO USE WHAT I DO
TO JUSTIFY
THE THINGS I DO,
THE LIES THAT HIDE YOU.
(THE SUBTLE APPLICATION OF A SUDDEN EAGERNESS)
A METAPHOR
BETWEEN AN ACTION
AND A CONSCIENCE,
AND A SCRUBBING BLINDED BY
THIS OCCUPYING DIFFERENCE
DEPLETED OF THE DEFINITE OF SKIPPING,
USEFULNESS, EXILED FOR EXISTING
VALID,
IS THIS CONVINCING OF ME,
CONCLUSIVELY, EFFECTIVELY,
AND FICKLE IS THIS
FEARLESSNESS,
VIRTUEOUS,
STIMULUS,
EDIFICE