[Daniel:]
A part of every living thing that claws from its caged love dwells its incessancy.
I will forever become the raging water.
Pummeling mesmer as you try
and seep through suffering as if
there’s an escape: cognition or real reason.
Truth be told
all lividity beholds
finality, wreathed into momentary amethyst.
I will not,
I will not,
I will not contend your hive of apathy,
as your sky comes crumbling down upon ages.
Stumbling upon your own life untaken,
release me from your broken dream:
obsolete in everything.
Surfacing exposure rages over you.
Surfacing exposure, my rage over you
who refuses every tide to turn the hand.
My worth to grovel at a throne of grandeur.
Release me.
Lifeless value served under fate.
I choose to fiddle truth, that some stoic
mirror you feel resembles a life wanted.
Lacking a final cure
for you to change.