celebrate celibate victories 
shallow seashells shorn and sold 
like virgin tides, rising high and never receeding
to drown the world in obsolescence
to spike the seawalls 
and watch it flee on hubris 
innocence mass murdering ignorance 
until the young become the old
and feel life owed to them
How true that exchange would be 
as true and cold as hypothermic absolutes
kept breathing and breeding 
hypodermic resolutes 
forever and ever
what a curse 
amen