Enablively

Don't tell me it's not a word.

I've watched it sprout and sprawl

Across whole gardens and dining room tables

Taking over lives otherwise pushing shoving 

Crying to get out of themselves and escape via

Paved and unpaved pathways due-diligencing

Themselves practically to death observed or unobserved

So what has your love brought forth is that froth

Not merely allowing but shuttling in 

A self-serving spree presumably

Like some succulent seemingly replete with viscosity

As if containment as fuel for forwarding 

Completes evermore with enough permission 

From a tiny cheering section saying run (over) the world!