sapience

Set atop this mountain top
Eased of memory
Given belly's full of beggars spoils
and shrouded sympathy
An "F" for a grade where I never was
And silent rage with an angel's voice
Made another slave with no more choice
Than to pull the chains of empty course

Dead water
Red pain
Still quarter
Still rain

And as we turn to point a plan enters behind
With another move we let go of disguise
Lips begin to tremble of their own device
On the faces
of the weak and blind

Dead water
Red pain
Still quarter
Still rain