Ethereal...

Recycle my ethereal...placed and replaced.  Graced to nurse my health from a steady wealth of diction contradiction.  Quenching my addiction for loss and gain.  A fleeting pain I train to maintain my lust for more and all I adore.  To have and to hold.  Dying old to live again.  To choose the same without the confines of game.  To show up and sew up.  All to be left wanting...flaunting my nothing.  To freely give is how I choose to live upon a stage without the cage of an audience.  My knees they fold to fill what's been told about life's existence.  Driving my insistence that there has to be more.  More to love, more to life, more to give and more to live...

Placed and replaced...I ain't done yet ;-)  

~Moses