Gone are the movements and the bruises
You used to find wandering in the bushes
Should we wait to be reminded (or removed)
Or invite ourselves to their dinner banquets
Sandwich the lies and divide the fines
Between all the guilty parties
Start writing in between the lines
That sanity is truly overrated
Frustrated destinies play
Their rightful part in our symphonies
And restraints are sometimes necessarily elevated

Restore thy faith as grapes from dusty blossoms
Are draped across our tapestries
The goddess reclines in the vines
While we drink her internal smile
And are reminded of a kindness
That is denser than your musty spray of grace
Whenever we have busted through the fray
To find our equivalent tomorrow

Today is the wedding of the breath
It meets the edge of a melting glacier
And the ice queen sinks her teeth into your neck
If you would just bequeath her your health
You'll be pleased to let her stay awhile
You'll find the mild weather a respite
From all your infernal traveling
These frozen hours deny our living
While being hunted for your truth
You are getting used to it, being used that is
So remove the curtains and dance ****
For I suppose we may just be getting the hang of it