I see false vitality
Here in this –
A place where lost angels
Scurry from the unreasonability of
Their own existence.

Flurried, they pant and rave and
Protest and act,
Wander and accuse,
Wail and torment
Their tormented selves.

I don’t see life –
I see struggle.
I don’t see harmony –
I see opposites separate
And disappear into some other tomorrow’s
Yesterday.

I see
False vitality in the deathbed
Throes of a languished people,
An anguished people,
Sanguinary beings,
Not sanguine people.

False vitality
From a people forged
Of their own
Unreasonability.