Antidote

Grating forward against organization, the
pale and the grey win over iniquity, trample
black and red.

Explosion – the outward manifestation of
young hands of gratitude, bliss versus
echoing a dim-lit room,
hateful.

Here as there, sudden implosion of
self over self, snow over cold, the needle
marking the signs of our times.

The whispering song of sex, antidote to the short and
clearly naïve, wings uncovered to escape 19th century's
trivial, 20th century-like ignorance.