Watchtower
Opening to another requires trust that has become absent - hidden from view
Masked knowing as eyes peer around every corner - honor internal
I stand guard on top of walls built by tired tools
Pace back and forth along rivers screaming past roots -
Uprooted ideas lay waste to a beautiful world - a beautiful Home of earth
Tentacles of knowledge require breast plates to crack - no going back now
A song plays inside of me - hold the line it yells -
As pecking order of scars pile upon heartbeats in yellow slander -
Seeds scatter - branched kingdom crown draws down the bridge -
I hear the loud creaking of the gate -
Scrape rust from cells - imprisoned by lack
Watch tower bullets reign down upon the commons
~Linden
The Bone Lines