Regeneration when loss of satisfaction left us destitute and wild in the savagery of youth we opened up our eyes to that which still remained–   and paved a road to hell that we refused to walk. and joylessness became the song we sang on lips, parched beneath the scorching sky. thirst for breath not quenched by hours turning like the past-time games of memory and sand. in us there lies a hymnal torn, and pages of the detour drifting  as we lead each other home in vessels, wooden, lined with manufactured sin.    - Joseph M. Gant