Hypertension

Lacing up my zipper-tooth fingers      once gripped by reciprocal exaltation, I breeze through familiar rudiments with firm self-involvement      in dire contrast with the pink penance of compassion, until my eyes swell-up from focusing on the sea of apathetic decisions all      heaped upon by conscience and the nobler elements of my psyche. Murmurs build urgency with tapping      force, each shove propelling blood and code onward to assail faults in such global perjury.