Refinancing

I hate I cry, I love I die; I know

The road but throw the stone, because a stone

Thrown feels like home always looking for woe;

Looking for woe; looking for woe; resown.

I close my eyes to see the light. It sits

Out far beyond the edge. I walk the line

To make the meet in hopes my time acquits

The crimes my hands did make into a shrine.

I love I cry, I hate I die; a flame

Too bright to see, with sickened eyes, does still

Exist to light the sphere to which our pain

Adheres with tactful brace to tax the till.

Welcome a trial by fire, a squad by force,

Because we take this life to craft our course.

-MMF