his lips speak peace
while his heart breeds war
or his blood flows love
while his lips seed hate

poor creature
oscillation indefinite
falling in love
on repeat

concubine menagerie
a most impressive harem
rotating pets
with no serai to call home

in the night
the spirits creep upon him
the floodgates buckle at their surge
a captive to his own affect

how could rage live on so long?
what sustenance do you seep
to the soil of your soul?

the reaping of this crop
wrought with certain poisoning
I will tend to your roots
but your shoot holds no scion

ne’er victual at your branch
to quench this wary gardener.