The Return of the Trickster
Order rules-all march to the sound of the single drummer.
Conforming constriction encircles the body and mind.
The Inner Eye witness the Soul's vast wasteland, crying out for thunder and lightning, for anything.
There is a spark of fire on the horizon. The dancing orange eye brings color to the desert
It is the Raven/Coyote brandishing the flaming brand
Look closer into the flaming metaphor
The chains are heating up, the metal is soft, one expansion is all you need
With the sound of a CLANK! you are free
A deep breath is gathered and...
The Owner rounds the corner (Right the fuck now, while I'm writing this) with job for me to work on, that I cannot refuse because though it is unauthorized, I have to do it because I'm not working on anything, and he's the fucking owner.
The Swift Foot of Control again stomps down on my chest, knocks the wind out of me and grinds me back into the mud. Rage blossoms up fueled by frustration.
The body is trapped, but the soul remains free to plot the next escape.
Conforming constriction encircles the body and mind.
The Inner Eye witness the Soul's vast wasteland, crying out for thunder and lightning, for anything.
There is a spark of fire on the horizon. The dancing orange eye brings color to the desert
It is the Raven/Coyote brandishing the flaming brand
Look closer into the flaming metaphor
The chains are heating up, the metal is soft, one expansion is all you need
With the sound of a CLANK! you are free
A deep breath is gathered and...
The Owner rounds the corner (Right the fuck now, while I'm writing this) with job for me to work on, that I cannot refuse because though it is unauthorized, I have to do it because I'm not working on anything, and he's the fucking owner.
The Swift Foot of Control again stomps down on my chest, knocks the wind out of me and grinds me back into the mud. Rage blossoms up fueled by frustration.
The body is trapped, but the soul remains free to plot the next escape.
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