a poem for m

take up your bed and walk
reject the ease of misery
hear the pitter patter of little feet strong hoisting jolted dreams
infuse your apathy with ecstasy and awaken the dimly lit moon
bathe in the blood of living
incubate the product of your slumber
lick your wounds
heal the world
vibrations of brilliance
seeping into minds
the pain of a blighted womb
saturated by vacant indulgence
inanimate you
balanced by the peace of chaos
wholly owned
the high point of seasons
manipulate
as you do
cosmic reciprocity