We live in an endless cycle of desperation
like a black hole, it swallows everything past the event horizon.
We work ourselves until the sharp aches reach all fifty-six phalanges
and the calendar no longer keeps track of the days.
There is a calm between the sequence that is soon devoured by ravenous vultures
that feed on monetary misfortunes.
We struggle and we survive: adapt and overcome.
Destruction has built my foundation and destruction will build my castle.