truth

let the performers sing our unruly song,

dance in the eyes of wisdom’s entertainment.

we have all we’ll never need, and they have nothing while

the sun creeps across skies like slow, constant burning.

wild arc’s of moving tides

and moon rush.

like powder spilled in life’s rug,

beaten by

resurrection and brightness.

we have been one with odds,

we have been right with the morning.

you have stolen the hearts of our

protectors and taken them for your gain.

gain of minds and senses

frail,

chrome,

spice,

song.