you is you

you is you
besides your flesh
that bound physiology
not emanating being
nor words or intent
 
there is no cause
or good nor bad
but intersections that'll have us cling  
to influences of want
 
yet, in all thing of things
want is a game
and is is what is
want is a spice
that should be shelved
when meteors shatter
destroying cards dressed as houses
 
for things are just things
where pain can be suffering
in non-playgrounds and fairs
whose machinations tear us from self  
like flesh eating stares
drunk with just fear of themselves
 
but eyes that judge flesh  
are thin and at times cruel
with ignorance amiss
of the you of you
 
deep breaths  
 
for there will be change
as a day kisses night
and forgives those who misplace
what they feel is might
for you is you
for those who can see
and those in the dark
mustn't trifle with thee
 
less they suffer  
the loss of your you