All This Light Blues

While we're on the subject of 'Talk about our Feelings'... wait, what?

Poets have many mothers
Birds calling nestled tongues to fly
By Clicks and Degrees

The elements and the listless wind hovers
my glass rises involuntarily
To Things in the Dark Seas

But Euphonious songs awaken Aretas
from his sacrosanct noon nap, wildly
heaping urgent contempt to "Catch Me"

The old acid call intravenus
here grief translates assertively
Defiance reflecting the Kingly face Annihilation sees

Enter the fray dripping ardor
See how good men at a fearful call turn evil
Our fathers, all, move in to End Scene

Humanists debate the innate
goodness of man. I want to talk
about how normal
people in a corner rip
up Cartesian dualism and Fight
for Life
unto Death.