Are you downwind from your own misgivings?
Have you reckoned your wrong from right?
Under seas of walls you were tumbling down
You were caught up in the finite
Like a sudden rush of enduring lore
You believed you’re a brick that’s been caught
In your heart of hearts is a verdict you
Can only for a time hold off
In the mise-en-scene where you’re holing up
There’s a long knife in the back for you
You can breathe the words till they actualize
That you loathe all the things you do