You look into the distant clouds
alight with the fire of a setting sun
and your thoughts turn to romantic memories
of the homeland
where you feel your heart
and this strangely lit serfdom
its light bearing teeth that cut away the surface
acid melting the coating protecting you from the real
cast wide and pulling in the threatened feeling
lost at sea with the emotive quality of vague hope
jamming with friends casting spells
a long walk along the riverside
the water rushing by like
slivers of sharp steel
coast along the long road
ride along the sacred sky