The Veil Of Life Revolves
All Around Us
No Matter How Dark
The Brooding Hail
Or All The Wise Mists
In Our Hearts
We Damage Dispose Of Ignore
Quietly,
Or Monstrously,
These Mists Commingle Within Us
Savagely
We Realize,
Even If We Do Not Admit
And We Hope, Fulfilled,
We Remain To
Dispense. To Disperse.

by Joshua A. Young