More in more takes a fall

More in more shakes a soul
More in more fakes a roar

The wind silences the buzz, deafens its lust, and out of the way grows a lingering seed that can’t share its breeze.

More in more stalls a door

Never opening whole.
Never paving the way as it should be desired or expected in this day.

More and more grows out of more.

Unsated, unwilling, unforgiving.

Until more brings more, the rest sits in a fall, in a soul, and in a roar looking for a door.

Until the next 🤍 beat ~.~.~