Oh, pain, always so inspiring,
I will aspire
to transpire,
to ascend.

Constructing a staircase
from the darkness,
using words,

weaving,
mixing,
interlacing,
adding rhythm to the blend.

And if it works
this stew of words,
this mending of
transparent wounds,
of healing hurts -
forgetful lad
be grateful and
dont strain your
head.