Arise

All lines in the sands erode once unimagined

 

Were you but a cog of circumstance?

Leverage in the throes of deliverance

In which you toiled, too tired these days

 

Prime order disengaged

Primordial chaos reigns

 

Arise like the Arab spring

for middle ground west of kings

 

The hands of man twist and

turn and tinker anew

Fault lines shiver under

Should the waves of tension follow through

 

And they pose, irenic souls that never meant to,

never wronged you

And they pose, self deputized to marshal in,

their sanctuary guards you

 

As the posses swarm their despots

warn impending doom befalls those who…

Wilderness bellows and springs forwards

and back upon the fallen