PRESIDING OVER A MOMENT OF PAUSE

Focus on the signal, for the noise is no pilot.
Adroit convivial despots plot your every demise
but you can’t be withered as 
the withering decries.
You must attune where meager suns 
do violence
to impose a peace 
only conflagration 
ignites-
without setting fire 
to a womb.

You must Love the striven grasp 
of your ashen Heart
Milking the honeyed vein of surety
that swarms of you-
is Unnecessary
While the Whole 
is a Be
in an 
Onyx.

Semi-precious 
To The 
Lost.