Supersession through Repression, depression, Chest under compression Eyes wide with obsession

...even the unfortunate will be found and find it's never too late.

We cannot afford to mumble any longer remain a supporting brick in a crumbling wall.

I could not weave a life of beauty for them until I dared to dream one for myself.

I will condemn this moment out of respect for its full incantation— an entrapment of my thriving will to soar beyond familiar infractions toward that which exchanges avidity for self.