Lancing Organic

Not my doing

Fooled again

Self effacing

Stood against

Push right through

Swing again

Timed with force

None left

And this inane senseless-follow

Part disdained sorted,

Forgotten second

To not a few things

While I wait for your fall line

It's an effort in circular hydration

A masterpiece of necessary distance

If you want my blood

You got to look

At the waves I bled through...

This inevitable hysterical rag attacks

And you've been had