East Of The Wall Linear Failure
Nay, nay, set your sights afar. We’ve strayed in wary,
but were weary slain. Cries in volumes, bleated strains,
caught off guard and untrained.
Now, when the dark was hallowed, they burned the light
just to spy the prize from above. And when the stars were
bolted just for eyes, you might weep. The prize is no
reward.
I’ll concede no hope is won. I’ll concede no opening the
only way I’ve known.
I wouldn’t have felt this tired but we’ve run. And god if
I had known what we’re in for, I’d hide. The hunt of
wills, I thought, would kill me. And which they preyed, I
saw myself draped in sheep’s skin, blood crumbs,
entrails. So which mark is seized. Which one will faint?
I’ll concede no hope if given time.
On high, some kind of word sent down, “give in.” Nay,
nay, set your sights afar. We’ve strayed in weary, and
were wary slain. Cries in volumes, bleated strains,
caught off guard and untrained.
