The Kill Zone

We share a single soul…

fates soft embrace

a tale many times told

then usually laid to waste.

Looking towards touch

the steadfast mediator

we steep in it much

only to drown in it later.

An age-old rhyme

we all but actually hear

cutting swiftly through time

to covet what is near.

What barbaric thought

propelling one’s self

from what is sought

to unequivocal hell.

It is inside the stillness

warmth permeates the being

inside the willingness

one truly begins seeing.

Remember the soul…

it knows our name

gives us all we need to know

and how it is we became