Fresh relinquished breath upon the cleft leaves me bereft.
Theft, and yet unkept. With each suspect, we seize the deft.
Breastbone and bare chest pressed up against the mighty crest.
But with energy so rare, what way home could I have left?
Crazed and out of phase, I count the ways in which I'm gone.
Razed my crops and prayed for days, for grace and what's beyond.
Gazed into the interface, face flat upon my palm.
Grapes and gathered interchange, but not for very long.
Pressure slinking stressors stationed everywhere I go.
Sharing pleasure pain and suffer scared to be alone.
Trust and never press the fissure's blessed mighty throne.
In constant shiver, never wither. Learn to let her go.