And it's been too long
Somewhere along the twisting, contorting, confining, conforming
I lost that internal rhythm that was truly mine
That hopeful march, the steady essence
It shattered
And as a gear breaks the system takes and before long the machine shakes
And it will knell and call
It's scraped, raw metal shriek is muffled by cold hands
A myriad of soothing, numbing touches
Returning its pining wails
Her name is a pallid reference in blate modern tongues
Syllables unpronounceable, the mouth cannot reach around
Save for the desperate, despondent calls
A call that wrenches the heart
Rasps the ears
And bites the soul the same
It is an ancient pull, shamed and lost in smog
She bears the burden of the stull
Chipped, fallen asunder, struggling
To be the stuffed papers, empty and promising
Pushing apart the covers of a book
Until the ringing
Ah, yes
That abrasive howl, wrenched from the wretchèd
She laughed and leapt- released her hold
And as a gear breaks the system takes and before long
The gap was sealed
And she has knelled and called
And I will cry and cry
