Even within the wilderness of worth
I seem to lose the mere pattern of recess.

It’s nowhere and yet I stumble in its path
It’s somehow not bound, but yet it overwhelms.

It Takes the handle and rushes up the hill
Trembling disasters follow draught and push.

Push those pedals, the petals lone for leave
Until we get there i’ll say, let it blast
Until it’s here, let’s say, well at least..

At least there has been progress,
at least that’s what they say.
At least it’s what I see,
even though it’s hard to tell.

If one prayer hears the other,
The mantel warms the chimney
We send it through the smoke
And see it as it rise, to call, to overcome.

To overthrow the masters
Who came with whip and tongue
To send them back to leverage
To deal with what they’ve done.

At home it all is rooted,
From home it sails abroad
To find a sacred entity
To unleash all its tissue
And tear apart a scar.
That place was repulsive
because they came to see themselves
Instead they found a heaven
beyond nothing they’ve ever felt.

Let’s think it, who fought back ,
A word in exchange for borders
Could not bring up
A border in exchange for nothing
But the words that they tore up,
Root and stem, to sow their ways upon
A people there who, won’t and will not yet forget.