The fault thrives in me
Through and through
In each moment
I thieve
The slightest of gusts

Disorder
Rings in my name
In the words I spill
With young
And casual ease

Never mind
The passersby
The onlookers
Simmering
In their rightful disdain

For madness
Surely thrives
In this feckless stride

Aimed
For the call
Of solitary bliss