she breathes the city slow as daylight song goes hungry
gray from complacency growing in the castle's basement
She locks her left brain into ashes to win the musical nest
What song matters to beauty won by the static draw of disruption?
the black city breeze holds onto her lifejacket
No longer an imprint in the water, pulling away from elegant day-in day-out feasting
Still with artistic validation under the grudge that spawns distress
She resolves to let her breath speak.