wedged worlds super separated
north and south we are located
but on these hot non-neutral nights
we couldn't be closer in our plights

force of expression driving our emotion
turns our pens into our potion,
ready readers drink with eyes wide
and prepare their hearts from the inside

for after the tantalizing tasting
wonderful words nourish dreadfully down spirits
empty and in need
at its fiercest, they go in, planting hope's seed

soon mighty trees of change for better
break through the ground
and manage the weather
slowing quickened winds and prevent hasty whirlwinds

the changed are added to our two
and what was solid
they, now, can see through
connecting and dividing by way of rule

and those ruling thoughts
guide unruly hearts
when effort is made
to separate them from apart

then the purpose is complete
and the pain of our pens
reaches its delete
deleted is our defeat

ushering in the published paradise of perfection
and turning to dust hatred's affection
affectionately loving the deaths, it's caused
until it's thrown outside these city walls

and that is our purpose for these pens
who haven't written for the beginning
but much rathering the end