Steel / words / 2015 / Stake

November 1, 2015

Will you not let me be?
(Causal factions)
And if we are not here.
(not in the clear).
It’s not often we are here.
And when I lose the spot we were in,
I become unglued.
The Saints are not happy
With how I play the game.
But to me, it’s all the same.
Battlefields are won with
Patience and poise.
Not reckless noise.
We make a life out of mystery
And entrapment.
We make a game out of history
And expectants.
The universe is brimming with the drama
Of your innerstone.
And we sit and meditate on the pious
Check your might and oversight.