Under the Succinct Glow

 
Can you fight, can you live?

Where I’ve left my words to rattle is inconsequential now

Now that dusk falls into our little brains, misty memories become inane

Conscience is indeed science, no wonder after so much effort we fall dormant into our graves

Waggling tongues, criticism consumed and eventually overcome…

There is no shadow of a poor critic when one truly reflects

Reflects

Own worst critic

Fortify

Seek them out, strike them down

Beat it, into the decay of leaf litter, gnawing leaf litter!

Rising from decay, fighting for the day once again

Deafening thoughts, defame me!

And yet, live the pain, live the shame, live to let your soul fly free

Beginning to glow a succinct glow, just so you know it now

Feel the power of instinct you know you have it

Bull by the horns, saddled to conquest, riding waves of gumption once again, to a stimulating and stuttering, ultimate victory

How obtuse!

Only now can you truly taste the pain of time with me

Oh, how we dine together!

Its unmerciful terror is magnificent indeed, unfiltered to the last failing bite of bit!

Galaxies unfolding before us, I hope our bellies can take them

Our appetites grow, our being it begins to glow

Harvest, repeat, never retreat