A semblance of civility
Blurs my true periphery

Catch my eye, draw me in
Drop the ball, it reeks of sin

Elsewhere in this hedgerow maze
Freedom lies throughout the haze

Growing now beyond its bounds
Happenstance, it stains the grounds

If you should stumble, lose your way
Join in the chorus of the day

Knowing can be all the difference
Leave me to my present-tense

Mind the guardians, ever-wary
Noose the neck, a strike to parry

Open your eyes and let it go
Perhaps there's magic in the snow

Quality is oh-so subjective
Reality needs no further directive

Something bleeds within the court(ship)
Tending only to the tongue-slip

Under sway: Of push and pull
Victorious is the slaughtered bull

When do we know the truth of all?
X-crossed eyes before the fall

Young blood taints these monuments
Zero is the question we can't make sense.