Reflect in the knowledge

you are loved.

the child who's parents

are resigned

to their ashtray hair,

 & declasse cocktail evenings

and the miserable harvests

of their empires

are

Drinking like camels

from the true vines

Don't trip over the powerlines

you gotta walk between them

the charmless and the bland

cannot persevere because

they are crying from the 

heart of annihilation