Tastes good.

I can wish

I can see great dimensions

If they had substance

I would grab for it

The work is

Pounding away like hammers all day

Through barb wire

And dogs

It can be hard

Magic comes when we need it

Life isn’t fair

But I want it

I want the pomegranate of it

My mouth dripping with sweet crimson

The ties loosen and you see

New life breaking free.