Fumigations of perfections breathe through a city of lives.
Lifeforms mirthful of meaning as ever meant,
perforating these thin membranes of time, injuring the skies with wings of wisdom and stoking sight with obligations.
Such art forged with consistency,
surrounded by solutions.
And yet still,
like morning fog or fondling of car traffic,
curiosities’ thirst I let crawl into my mouth like heartworms,
laying eggs in my lungs, changing my points of view upstairs,
So I sing days’ hellos and nights’ lyrics as
I sip upon smiles and opportunities breed roots upon depths of my belly,
believer I wake,
walk in hopes of dawn and works of blessings as years turn spring blooms to summer leaves,