“...shimmers and glimmers on a bridge of bones, a cage of insults and sticks and stones, a promise of payment long revoked, jostled with noises to be pricked and poked by hiss-tempered whispers in a season long smoked...
...I am lost, you are lost, not so lost...
...tossed and marooned in a sea of ideas kissed by the lies of let me in jeers, half shadow peers, lords in a court that cannot exist, waging a war that none can resist, a war that is fought in the dark of the night...
...spiny wheels glisten and show me their light...”
