winning it seems requires

winning it seems requires
an unprescribed among of
violence so as to thrive
on empty weight sold to
all broken promises kept
to recycle the veil of tears
 
- once beckoned, it can never
be contained and certain
dread is forecast for all the
innocent abounding in Time's
last good standing - as if being
held hostage by gravity and
mass isn't enough secret
to contain.