It is very

Common

To have

 

A cave within us

To hide

 

Away in when it all

Seems hopeless. To cry

 

Tears of mostly blood.

 

To feed on the day-

Dream in which

 

Side mirrors shear off

Of your car

 

As the walled road

Narrows.

 

To swerve might make...

 

There is a saint for the down

& out. A rock is a rock

 

Is a rock & redwood

Trees grow out

Of our chests.

 

It is horrible & right,

Here in this place. Dum

 

Spiro, spero. We're all in

This shit together.