Me, Undone

We all have a drug on this densely packed plane soiled and stripped of our majestic selves benumbed walking universes limping by collapsed hogtied with thick plaited ropes and digital collars

And even if you never did such like Never again chased youthful folly naked crashing against the cool Delta with cherry blossoms spilling out of your mouth And even if you never for once more slow tongued love and its harsh and honeyed ways splitting yourself open on the altar of truth know with clear and cutting certainty that you matter you mattered at the daybreak of first breath Your life is the purpose.