war addicts

echoes of  

currents confronting reflections

chambers of comparison

competing autonomy

conflicting voices

dressed in reform 

disguised in resistance 

mimicking motion 

blaming tradition

while clinging to trend 

patterns playing 

pedastools and trenches

projecting power

while weeping its cost

scratching in poverty 

and biting nails in privilege 

itching for more 

screaming for less 

conjures of chaos  

for meaning

amidst lost ties 

sitting dynamite 

bones burning holes

breaking through tone behind doors 

pulling weeds planting seeds 

while snorting embers 

washed down with gasoline

subject to time and its signs

before we feast on fire to remind 

us of the flesh we bind

when magic in humanity 

has run dry recycling rot

lost lessons of fragility

intimacy drowning under

design and fraud

aching for change 

following distraction

fleeing direction 

when devotion has become

another definition

sacrifice is debated obligation 

and love is no longer 

filling voids with purpose

unsettled in our own

feral freedom—betrayed

when blame becomes creative

while enslaved to

too much space

debating heaven 

praising hell 

turning to scheme when stories 

ring the same bells

trading honesty to be 

set apart among 

the seen before 

until erupted in the undeniable

colors of war

bodies that shed

the same red

linear guilt

an explanation of ache

until consequence clings us

to the divine

love in loss made pure

in the greatest conjure

when the ultimate demonstration

of our extension shows us

what it means

to be alive

and we write

and we create for

tomorrows reason

inspiration for

the next generation

before it fades into

an abyss and seconds

count the next

lesson for immortals

to be made human

once again.