The essential circumstances of existence.

The very views which make us whole. we are rays of light.

we are essence. black souls with white shadows and red hearts

green thumbs and mad minds.

we are whole and empty. We are vacant lots of kindness and greying dogs in heat.

The steam of hate rises from the scorched ground.

The grass was green, the dirt is brown.

The knees are sprained.

Running through dark gates.

Smoke is in the air.

The gaze is there

the master in his lair

dreams are nightmares gone awry

nights are when everything goes black

the water heavy with lead

the venoms spewing from smokestacks

Hearts racing, veins filling

lungs panting, arms wanting

gaze haze maze phase

hate mate gate state

gut mutt rut strut

hat mat sat spat

shit mitt spit sit

give live five alive