Rampart

Arrows, drawn back subordinate - toward a principle god I cannot exist where curves contain treachery Where faithless commoditize duplicity In grey matter real estate Lucre, a vehicle - an escape Landing, taking off Museum pieces the only memory Does the anxiety crush? In the hallway likely But the ceiling is high Your tremor, it built Not a facade but a rampart Sheltering fragile ego. The egress - My river followed the sun I can't help but note the pleasant result And smile for the pain.