to start without
declarations
to begin with
no proclamations
just pure movement
motivation, empathy

how good is it
going to be
when we will
be allowed to
stand straight
again

but our thoughts
incomplete
short lived
perforated by
a death wholly
constant now

it cares for nothing
except the means
of our redemption
we become
beautiful when
we forget ourselves

when we stand
in corners so as
not to distract from
our accomplishment
and work

when we allow it
to flow as our
blood flows
as time does
unending