Poem of states

Never retire, angst, against. Beat upon my chest

Transpose evaluations, I dive into my polarities of yin

in test and yang of chance

Blessed with that at least. Meet and greet, left are these

days in mind I delete. Smart to swap or trade my inner

ways. So I can leave a inner part of me I can't rearrange

dowded in this world, so cold. I beat my fists.

Repeat a new archetype of my ancestry

Reach hands high, grasp in essence my tribal lever

By Raven