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

Scavenging companionship

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.