Release found in speech unrestrained

By judgements passed in blind acceptance

Of ancient script and rhyme

Fined by numbers unrestricted

By words unfit for consumption

The height of presumption

And arrogance defined. 

Weather the weather

And whether you’d like it or not

Remember November 

And betray not the mortal thoughts

That pose in recompense of time

Frozen in stone coffins

Shaped like the dead we’ve left behind

Nailed shut

With the gag orders of sewn lips

And manacled fingers

Bled past color

To fill the ink pots of reconstruction

Of lines drifting and dividing

Nations and notions

Mountains and oceans

Apart.