the ebb and flow of free will
taken in time
free thoughts are decisions
our letters are ours
we choose to send them abroad to use
and throw us away
back before
garotte
ligature of chain, rope
these sold yards
are irelands to use
when we offend with words
rather than display tools
ending and undoing the nights
resemble, only that a daymare crashes
and the morrow resides upon your house
we have done our paper in just ink

with sounds
in wind chimes
how is the worlds hungry fed?
the provide of today?
gonna become unspeakably'd
your origination gone........