Howl into the day

The ones who complain

The most

Have the most jagged teeth

For biting and losing

Their minds

Howling late into the night

When I am sleeping off

The time

I have discovered language flaws

A pool above ground

Is still a soundly referred to pool

Where a full pool under the land

Is a pool as well

This seems injust

Wrong

Language is flawed

I knew this all along

Art in place

Hold the rat race

When the lineup is announced

With brims of smiles

Waiting to come out

Whether you make the list

Or are cut

The point of art is to

Create mastery forms of gut

Knock the apocalypse

With one hand outstretched

Reaching back with

A little further to wrench

Can we ask a Apocolypse to

Postpone

Some crazy hopes of tomorrow

Unknown

I just wanted to ask

If we understand the matter

At hand

Take it to the home

Of the light on the top

The rare bloom of birds

Singing in the morning breeze

Sets the tone

For an easy night scene

Seeking understanding

Understated

Planning

Of approach

And logic

Humanity problems

Have evolved from panic

Frantic energy

From everyone we see

We must try to slow down

So we can see

Another person

Instead of an adversary

Pixelated on the screen

Up the seems

With blurred edges

Constrained veins

Pixelated images

Are the new craze