Hey! Before you read this experimental piece of poetry, just know that it gets a bit gruesome.

"I'm scared"

Oh your accsimus is admirably and skillfully placed

in our mirthfully light conversation so sagely laced

with the placid humility unabashedly displayed in that scintillating twinkle in your eye

with which I

Am reminded of fluffy white seals born newly,

and of their puffy soft breaths that make their beetle nose dewy,

their obsidian lamps that stay riveted, unfathomably lured

by the glaring white vastness of the cruel cold world to which they'll become inured.

So burgeon,

My sweet seal, and let yourself emerge on

the umpteen pleasures of life so succulent and dear

they render effete any tenuous attempts at humble fear.

"She's bleeding, please help her. Her bone is sticking out of her elbow, please, doctor. She's my baby sister, I can't bear her cries."

Oh the sweet sounds of living! Called horrifying by some.

Why how spoilt we are to whinge for silence and cry when all noise is gone!

Just look at that liquid woe leaving a faltering pristine path on your face.

All energy is spent on basking in borrowed agony when you make empathy commonplace!

It's true.

Just look at the sky, my seal, all engulfing and blue,

And the myriad of campfires being started in it, the music!

Milk the world for its beauty while you're in it and be in your thoughts, maieutic.

Hate the pernicious:

Despondent grief, polite guilt and palaverous loneliness;

Turn your twinkling eyes to see insouciant happiness

in puppies and kittens and cute quirky baby mittens,

for they will bestow you with transcendent ambitions.

Then two Timberland boots walked agilely over charred rubble often sprinkled with organs, blood and bones, evading any foreseeable bombs and leaving a crying girl to tourniquet a wailing baby's protruding broken bone. The boots were wiped down with a cotton scented wet towel, thereupon tossed onto a dirty boy, recently alive. The boots were fluttered away by a helicopter and in brief moments sank into soft expensive rugs where they sat comfortably for a few minutes before being polished and left to enjoy their new brilliance alone. In a clean dark corner. Below tall gothic ceilings.