If I drop a pen from the highest point
does it cut like a knife?
Or does the impact
lessen your faith
in gravity\'s chances
to meet with your needs.
Every day seems to play
the same charade.
How can we make
your pen dry up,
and flow at the same time?
In the artificial world
we rather live in.
Where numbers are
only math\'s cell structure.
Linking into the artificial shells
we call a heart no longer a home.
Where our branches of family
are hooks dug into your
Promethean lifestyles.
Learning to drown is just like learning to ride a bike.
You never really forget.
We rise, and are fallen.
We fall, and are risen.
Obsolete subservience.
There is no backlash that ever stands
the test of time, unless in your
vagrant amendment with the
part of playing yourself off.