Sentient Sacrificed

You, the junk
The addiction
The smack to my very well-being
The contraband to my no-pain-and-suffering-of-sentients policy

I, the chosen one
Queened for just such a time as this
Dignified, decree you
Sacrificed, nonetheless

Original thought credit: “Perhaps you have come to royal dignity for just such a time as this.” -Esther 4:14

Better Judgment

Given space

All it contains
As an endowment, a gift
A choice now

Plunder the earthen quiet
Pluck sentient jewels as personal trophies
Place my footstep as an uncontrolled burn upon what sustains me?

How do I treat thee, miracles


Poison myself no more
Ponder the treasure with all I am
Position omniscience between it and a carnal mind

All the acreage
As certain as certain can be
A zealot protector

Bless’ed space