Mapped on a Blueprint

The shadow boxers dance with their sparring partners
practicing in the hallways and kitchens
comforting family fights
setting the patterns for later relationships
"We hurt those we love the most"
I don't believe in this dysfunction
don't insult my intelligence
Love donates itself to 'the cause'

I appraise it's value
turn it in my hands
to judge what worth it may possess
my blood thick and sluggish with alcohol

nothing yet has been completed
the angels continue to watch over us
listening to our arguements about the dishes
our carried on hostilities
that agitate and bind

while we wait for change to rescue us