I peace the way the bread breaks
To each their own, the thread takes
We worship the lies and watch in surprise
The fear builds but is equalized

The rural is just plural
The emptiness is a hurdle
The empty nest of a turtle
The way we seesaw to be immortal

The Property is a burden
The laziness of a sermon
The burial of a human
The overflow of a bin
The stutter in a hymn
The steadiness in a proper noun
The way that I feel when I stop the now

The present is a storm for the leverage
The capital letters to the hedge fund beverage

We’re going to have to make a sacrifice
I’m talking about your after life
What’s your asking price
Is it worth a slice
I’m basking in a basket of salvation
Call it my fortification
The same way you were born within a whim
I skinny dip so the fall is the given
I live in my significance
The same road to your entrance
The bane of your obliviousness
The pain when you poke
barely living