Written Spoke Sung

Another year you have written a sung spoke,
one of hi… huh, why? or two.
You draw, nod, dawn
and time is a sea of lines, in which you oft go.
Many goals met , you, who cares.
Answers yet questions have another year (or two).
Dawn, nod, draw,
TO
live!
Cries arise from eyes shut till now
, raving gods of discontent ,
waging war on sense long bled.
“how do you fight ignorance with open eyes?”
When, to win you must not be led
and loss shed.
die!
Live.
On needs ex
And on deeds we base our aspired rations.
Meeting art but wedding thought instead
We defy evolving prerequisites
by choosing anything, save, raving
of bastions of love instead.
I will not