Survival is
a revolution, radical
surrounded as you are
by all that would rather
snuff you out
- a cookie crumbled
- a candle
extinguished
like a cigarette
left in an ashtray
too long
smoldering
a dying ember
falling leaves
autumn, November...
But no,
live-
rise, rebel
(give'em hell)
emit even a spark-
a glow
- grow
and give light
warm with your flame
be fiery and create a flowering
become fertile fields
birth a renaissance of mind,
of spirit, - of shimmering soul.