Do you beg me mindful

as I behold your callous?

 

Should it be

that your lips become quaint

in shadow of your action?

Or will you remain encumbered

by the air and lie dormant?

 

Do not want nor follow.

 

The mammal consumed

by the engulfing rage

the creator has provided,

gleaming at the emissary.

 

Should you come to know thy will; 

have it polished for you to see?

 

Here child, there is a step

before the door.

 

It is but one.

 

You have placed

your dominant side upon it.

 

Breathe,

the fall is looming.