In newspaper cuttings and violent whirling,
i ride upon the emotions that we all show,
and are ultimately tied too, by heart
and by swarm.
Where collisions of kalaedascope notions and dreams
mix in vibrant joyful movements.
And Churches endure my teasing eyes.
And conglomerates endure my toilet breaks.
And my friends endure my thoughts and mood.
Today i have seen and can see
thanks to the purge,
and have gained clarity and also a sore body.
The body will heal,
but this clarity will remain,
and is mine
to spur me onward, and further