I wanted to shake everyone

I went to Mars last night

Now I'm sitting quietly

with South as the direction

of red planet, of future 

fire, anger and myself

A saint said

If you knew who you are 

you'd understand 

how low you've fallen

I say

Don't run from absolute

no more

Foreground happiness

is a fairly new allowance

"Monarchia" was banned

and we had to repent

I hope you're smiling

Figuring out the things

that hold me down 

from true expression 

has been surprising

Trigger me more

Out of the millions

of dots that make up

the Universe

I pulled out trust

just to try it on

It filled me to the brim

and I felt the warmth of

"lucky" in my bones