The spectrum between frenzy and fury dominates your psyche.
The realm and existence that plunders in the aridness.
The ever controllable moon, a satellite of contrasts.
As the fruit bears witness in the gondola of hope.
Bridge the thoughts, taste the fear, breathe and release.
Savor a moment secured in continuance.
The clamor of nations calling, yet hearing nothing.
Interior balance, peripheral convergence, exterior equilibrium.
We live within the primary dwelling of hastening bravery.
Only to lay in the aisles of collapsed recollection.