until all is brought alive

regardless of our trite visions
there is only one canvass
and it is not sacred
it is ours

failure is sacred

failure should be cherished;
a savory acknowledgment
to the depths of ourselves

we are sacred

we are tormentors
of the monotonous

we are exaltors

when will we realize
the power of our praise?

so come alive sincerely
and think nothing
for beliefs are discourse
in shrouds and phantoms

our trite methodologies
our little tiny epic lives
our menial mesmers
bring them forth upon
such altars of moments
and let them burn Holy

until all is brought alive.