Goodbye through the vicious upheaval!
It’s only spilt milk in the vague collection of support.
To grow stronger we impress the sightless,
Whose interest wanes like deep breathes before death.
It comes up in scattered rhythms,
And I with it
Lose what I needlessly worked for.
We blink in bunches,
And our demise is scripted
By the missteps we take.