As the moon and stars and all that collapses
I compress that which to us might seem inactive
trying to manage the passive aggressive actions
embedded in my inner cactus
examine my heart in fractions
dont judge by the whole sum of its sadness
I bend the trend of sin in half from its even flow
and refused to pose grossly
for those toads and motes below me
who soak in a toasty dynamic
of bellows, gnashing and panic
Granted, it's easy to walk that path, kids
But make the desires of your heart
connected to God's bandwidth
