beneath the yellow of electric lights
men generate what the ruins of their
souls will allow

watching spiders live with purpose
unquestioning, insatiable.
weaving the symbols of life and death.

a few will survive to be the paragon
forgiven but not saved from their
own torturous demons.

with the sun you will learn to smile
when your heart is cleansed
in the fires of agony.
it will be the gift of forgiveness.