...what if some place touched no place...
...truth and knowledge, secrets and lies
currency to the weave, in the warp become ties
the best laid plans e'er games of chance
schemes played out in a motley dance...
...would no place become some place...
...the memories of broken children lie scattered all around
now their truths are toppled, crashed to hollow ground
there can be no heroes, not in endless war
for good men will do evil in defence of common law...
...or some place become every place...
...this waltz isn't over, no time to take stock
revelation hides in the face of a clock...
