Unmarvel

You marvel at the images
In the center of your screen
Baking pieces of loss
Putting them far inside
Fortunate from folly...
Preying on all spirits
It brings a special broth
It means to leave you dry

When you hold that sickness close
Springs of toxin flow right by
Inching and squirming rivulets
Parching your soul and mind
And what it takes is so minuscule
Where it starts is so very small
Leaps are not needed to fly
Just step one foot away from the hole
Echoing some standard past
Dropping like the frail
Pouring into the pail
Surprisingly seldom snapped
All the way to the back
Marching you into the sink
Impossible to almost get out
Hailing the sun back into your camp
Oh yeah the soul sucking sound
Step away from the soft cliff now
Step off when you mind the gap
We’ve all had that stumble down
We know where it is you’re at
Marked like prosperous damsels
Melted like drowning the fat
It could make lynching a savoir
Might be a sharp quick boost is best