the poor pus of anything
swims against the current
events. gray skinned and hoping
for something, damn.. some thing
cooler.

the porpoise of anything
swims even better with the current.
events do not gray, they become
vibrant. Hope becomes that alive
something that blesses everything.
Everything grows deeper
Deeper, and deeper
until that thing that was cool
becomes the thing that is too cold
for anything to survive.