Sour

I found it sour, 

Trapped in grudges, 

Stuffed in cages, 

Flung across the cosmos, 

Strung by critical passages, 

Haste drips in trickles, 

Foliage sticks to veins, 

Grips it tight, 

And in an act of defiance, 

The air gets tossed into the pyre.