I can always be ok
push away what I can't change
rearrange empty words
into half full glasses
and drink to poetry.

So raise your cup
And drink the empty words
until you are so thirsty
you accept reality and
pour it into your mouth.

It's full bodied flavor
waking the senses
destroying defenses
washing you into a painful submission

Speaking revelation

That the control was never yours to begin with.
So remove the false burden, allow yourself
to simply be what you are and nothing more.

Then take those full bodied words
and raise your glass to poetry.