My Spine Is But Simplicity.
My spine is but simplicity
Connecting my halves
Dividing my wholes.
A servile track through flesh and mud
Faulting my brain for this lifetime’s complexities.
My lungs are but greed
Breathing your air
Exhaling your condemnation
Absorbing the rage my eyes will not see
Exuding a life force uniquely mine.
My eyes are but ferocity
In an endless night.
Portals to a nest of idleness,
Brooding in a bath of resilience.
They flee from what they see, and sleep.
My feet are but tranquility
Walking a path continually unknown.
Fight onward, arched soldiers,
Fight this brain as it demands regress.