Berms and swales crest without care
Clutch sacred vessels, throw salt in the air

Screaming horse under tremulous mass
These near missives shall come to pass
Think it's time, you and I, headed out
Before the strata flex and widow's might offer drought

But the clatter and the hiss of all that is amiss
Conspire to concede humility and grace

Come land, come sea, come air or fire
When fissures cleft, tigers and diamonds
Swallowed intact, we can extract retribution
For the clemency, the awkward, the hungry

But the clatter and the hiss of all that is amiss
With self entitlement and pangs
Persistent premonitions and spastic fits of reason
Conspire to concede humility and grace

I guess I thought this wouldn't happen
I regret being such a terrible person
I had a feeling
Humanize the proceedings
As bedlam
Succumbs
To order
But the clatter and the hiss, no time to reminisce
Kiss the boys and clutch the kids and with a
Promissory bid to step from the grid
Where worldly possessions they can't mock me
Where worldly possessions they can't mock me
Where worldly possessions they can't mock me

They mock me
They mock me
They're laughing
They mock me