" progression "

PROGRESSION 

Clean air welcomes my lungs.

I exhale and it leaves me, flying out my

body and back into the air, greeted by

gluttonous capitalism.

Rejoice of belonging embraces me.

Your soft touch eases me
into the ascension of prosperity.

Eyes filled with approval

bore into my own

I discover the hidden potential

underside my doubts

personal stature divine.

spoken word: