once the oldest arm of flight
older than the breath sings
squeeze the air out open air they
speak too close and find
these swirling lives unpeeled
while freedom blows on pictures
they hate them for their word and words
won't never wait again
million frames a second
shifts a second time
what's a whale? what's a shepard?
ignorance, justice, divine
memories of effort
and urchins poking signs
fault whichever sun hits
they care too much they fear
to mock the aim the feed
fickle others smear the paint
muddy shoes ride the wick
what a sane weep to the stair
leaders say just let it be
whom the last train saves
no one breaks illusion
all the colour is there
wrong questions, might answers
a puppet of common sense
pale, jarring sounds
pieced together all around
from the coming
shaded pools went
from the leaving
those living stems
hear it now?
you'll hear it then