Given all the good times

Finding lost fury in low fi rhymes

Make

Chromatic masterpiece, dissonant melody.

Speaking between seconds

Living in these words

I’ll

Climb.

Because I’m a brightened lie.

No shame to defend

Bearing down on enemies to befriend

Clutching to a civil end

Reprimand and rend.

With nothing worthy to speak

Words may wither and weep

My lost lover, no more a sheep

Awakened; see past sleep.

Fortune of the lost ones:

Peace under a calm sun