The Daily Ritual

The cells, 
climb the fame, 
unperceived. 

A bit of nose, blue eyes, 
jugglery of stances. 
You catch the body art. 

The eagle 
dives, for a legal kill. 
Hail, the beautiful 
execution. 

To shut the voice, 
you bring in, snow, 
white blanket for every 
one deprived.