Evolve

Tiny squares tearing through thin clouds 
levitates my mind to the ground below.
Catch your green face clayed on by silver spoon babies,
paint it white, 
sell it back to their father’s friend.
These finger nails shall never smell their oil again
statue tables, 
Lukewarm waters of pride sets in.

Find that butchered child inside your soul, 
build your stronghold with the heap of tiny bones,
Plug the holes up with his purple skin, 
hang your signs, wave your fist,
paint it white, 
open curtains, 
let some light come in.		

All the black fires have now left this flesh, 
without a big battle, 
not a single convulsion. 
Merely weary demons dragging their feet like over worked employees,
they slaved away, stirring and stirring and stirring,
smoldering sweltering thick wrath that was needed in me.
Packing their bags, slowly folding away my centuries,
earnings for the cordial composure a life with them 
has brought me.

This letter thanking everyone who sent them. 

Paint my mind white,
Open doors, 
let the people in.