get your wish
The ring is like church.
A holy place, a mediative fortress.
My mind felt clear, focused, for the first time in months. The canvas like a blank page before me.
I'm once again baptized by it, the lady might be the thing that loves me the most. A tough kind of love, humbling arm drags to stellar sunsets.
When I'm gone, remember me in-between the ropes. Flawed with flutter feet. When a bump takes your air, that's me, snatching your soul from your chest, holding it above my head for all to see. The cheap seats will know your truths, the balcony will see my wings carry me ever higher. The ultimate act of crowd work.
The world will always find a Hemlock growing betwixt the boards.