running free the people
aboard our hilltop recess
the drumming rhythmic beating
their idle bottles glistening
narrowly feet gathering
a ship to my devising
she stood above me careless
the wind the goddess moonlight
she shrieks a borrowed sorrow
the sun reclaims the valley
in printemporary song
the birds above the arches
glass of a moody war waltz
five fingers left to tell you
green talk and tickle my back
aboard our hilltop recess
the goddess moonlight leading
the drumming rhythmic beating
the glass of war waltz speaking
a ship of my devising
the nerves of my shy leftside
dull and powerlessly
shake off this slow regression
under her feet below me
and tumble through profession
of all the things inside me
could open up the green path
if power rained at our feet
the shadow of my family
cracked lens I learned as living
she stood above me naked
the goddess moonlight glistening
the ship to love about me
traveling through the chimney
and here we gathered once more
to call the horns and woodwinds
to strength we haven't lost yet
the pike division gymnast
reaching final paradox
now brand us to the program
vice of their brave adulthood
honor besets the pleasure
of living one last moment
free of the guilty stenches
she tries to break the picture
restore the peace before her
running free the people
aboard our hilltop recess
existing in convergence
and on a dream-built planar
the pieces shard and whistle
blank speech and crooked eyelids
the shades fill out the silence
the static of existing
running free the people
aboard our hilltop recess
the drumming rhythmic beating
tramples the unsucceeding
she stands above me breathing