We are all the orange

Breakers and drills
Shattering, whirring
Flicking dirt and dust
Feeling fit to bust
Fraying tempers and trust
When the bit is broken, or lost
Or thrown out.

A token resentment. A realization
They have self paralysis. Frightened
By an abyss.

A potential biological malfunction
History repeats until defeat
As do histrionics; squealing for a seat
Beaten by belief in other, my brother
Let that be the last time
She wanes with a departure from sense

There is a need to advance

Let her hold it
And drill a hole to another world
Why make it an issue?
Surely we can all enjoy the travail
And learn, in spite of ourselves
Don't peel them out like a satsuma segment
They're in their element

We've missed a detail, Mr detail:yes
We now know the flow, and the recompense

We are all the orange: with pith and skin

Accept the rush of excited oxygen
Feel right again
Realize your advisers
Are around all the time

Be awake and demand confidence