Fragility

We are all destined to feed ourselves And in turn feed the world. Upset the balance and everything Comes down. Gravity has no purpose in dreams Like deviance, defiance And subjugation. Every facet of the imagination Wilts As though its foundation has settled, Ready to die. We have become A concept of our own science, Fortunate enough To decide between writhing and coughing, Desolate and less concerned Of who we are supposed to be, Yet we are being eaten alive. It doesn't matter where the blood comes from, For no exit stands unbridled. Nothing genuine is leaving this place But the spirit. Life is as fragile As it is valuable, And imaginations are dangerous Like cute kittens Riddled with disease.