on living (well)

hello; virulent world (that sees so much of me). how girthsome, how self-important you look! realize, that for all your cacophonous grandeur, you are only a small bland spoonful of many single hearts and many, many clods of dirt. yet you are mine. i may pound you with small angry fists, or subsequently sing violently my love for you; but i will not sit silently with two open palms. oh, there will be life; there will be blood.