Truth of Duty

Bring my pit of tasting creation back to the air and city lights.

Grow the fruit that has filled timeless hours of inglorious peace.

Be my reckless dream.

Shove the pain of other names.

Lift, break, smile.

Find your insanity in the palms of my hands

that are bleeding to sweat for the love affair,

the bases of salvation.

Cut me, string me back together

and I will mimic the ocean just to flood my eyes.

My boiling lungs will scream to stop the back steps to home.

See the words go off and drown voids of missing passion.

Lose control to the bore of all constancy 

and recall connection.

Cherish the intense defense of organs lending,

out broken, out burst to save our attention. 

For truth of duty is in service of proclaiming eternity.