UNDER WHAT SKIES…

DO WE MEASURE OUR LOVES?

WHY DO WE IMAGINE A LIMIT?

IS THERE SOMETHING THERE,

HEAVIER THAN SPIRIT OR AIR?

IN MY HAND THE DESIGN LIES

OPENING CLOSING ABOUT THE HEART

JUSTICE IN THE CLENCH,

CERTAINTY IN THE CRIME.

ON HILLSIDES THE VIEW OF VICTIMS

DULLY ENGAGED LIKE WORK ANIMALS

AWAKENING WITH THE DAWN

AND NOW THE SWORD SHIMMERS

POINTING TO THE CRIMINALS

THEIR LABOR IS NOW OURS

BY JUSTICE, BY MIGHT,

WE RIDE, WE IGNORE…

WE ARE LOST IN OUR OWN CRUELTY.

DAMAGED MEMORIES

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