When building always keep in mind ...
The inspectors...

Soft as Doves
aloft with love...

a subject of possibilities
subjected to lost identities...

Son of a Cannon
Not to be camped on...

Trees grow like fractals searching for grace
through rays of darkness expelled and misplaced...

Fading in the skin
Shades of death sink within...

Cup half empty leads us to spiritual warfare
looking for happiness in whatever soars there...

Mitochondria uncoupling to suplicate
Taking a stance to subjugate...

They wait
They watch...

Killing ourselves to love
Willing ourselves above...

When I see you again
on the other end...

Life changes so fast
The next day is what we yearn for...