Only in silence, Am I defeated. For saying my name, I am created.

I am not quite fire, yet I burn in sight, I stain the day and swallow the light. In petals I whisper, in wounds I show, In velvet and sunsets I come and go.

I come out white and creamy warm, then pasteurized before your home. My form is changed with practiced hands, to something new from what I am. I’m drunk and eaten, sliced and poured, what white drink do so many adore?

The other day, my friend and I were talking about hit songs from the seventies. And we both agreed that in nineteen seventy-four, there's no way that EVERYBODY was...

Scales teeter, sway, Justice's gaze, a steady hand, Equilibrium found.