Pattern

Never deny in cowardice the unsated stomach of a starved beast-
The poise of rage determines the pace of all poetic and pious rapture-

Grow music by the sadness of the deranged and the silence of the tame,
The intricacies of time do allow sometimes, for the worship of shallow play,

As greed gives to fear and lets it bow down to the insecurities of the soul
And begins the harshest of a winter's lifelong famine from which the feral feed-

Grieve it, through ruthless and indiscriminate tragedies- as a visceral preparation
For a mind altering, personality changing, character defining, pattern of infinity.

J.Bibi