By the Solstice Sun
Your work to be done
But bindings now, gain-hold you
Falling onto harder vines the Earth consumes, enfolds you
Only by strength of your ill will to life, love, liberty, and of understanding
Fathom deep in sublime season
Make a makeshift **** of reason
Float upon the river down.
Under the lost, an amnesia sound
Until a day when ripe merry making
Reminds you of the thing worth taking
And in an hour of you own
You find yourself in ******* prone
But all at once in strength of your ill will to life, love, liberty, and to understanding you decide that life only Da'ath worthy of demanding.