Pattern so intricate
Enamors like moth to light

Drawn into this web
That offers protection and death

Death not as a onetime happening
But as a repetitive pattern

If you are oblivious to the
cramping suffocation

Feels safe as a living grave
In complete absence of inner grace

You cannot be without it
Oh, the safety of its limited orbit

Use this grace and break it
Or you are just lost, damn it