Those restless moments before sleep have a-blazed tonight And from four corners drew a room wherein A flicker of sense and 2 gallons of heated emotion Spilled into the most craving cavity. To wake up, to disappear from illusion As if curse enlightened some inner truth of character; Certainly, a tender meat luring animals inching closer To better hear harmonies of sentiments pulsing. I am not satisfied, now wanting, wherein wanton Becomes of me in forced flight, And left as if altitude stranded what is most heavy, Which by another name... Steady, rich, fertile; such are properties of An earth where a predator searches, yearns To be scorched, scorned, adorned With the presence of those things that cause a pressure Forceful enough to advance onto living futures, Or the most alluring prey. In violence, struck and crossed, etched a mark on wood, On paper a pool of ink, for that ancient story blessed a symbol; Engraved a line between two sides maintained by Fragile power; A tempo dances to new fear, hope, love, hate. To deny them and yet to also give life all the same; It's that which truth and corruption, Haunted and hunted, damn silently by name: The heart.