I can’t drown out that rhythm of venom, that cadence of wrath,
and the accretion of thriving muck at the bottom hungers, always.

A long breath hisses inward between teeth clenched without volition:

All life is sacred, and none is more sacred than our own,
the audience must needs think of me as pure and merciful;
A simple, clear song.

Outside of an asteroid or pyroclasm,
nature will bury this field of joys

But know I’m filled with wonder,
when shove comes to push.

In eyes deep as the well of souls,
the beauty of it is, you can be whatever you want!