Mandatory and obsolete
And I a quiet wretch on the verge of war.
A white fan of mirth across my face, jingled. Jangled, by god and mercy. Unfortuned and outstripped for a villain. For a villain. Barred and bandaged. Wound and succored. Hale and broken.
Forgive me, forgive me. There is no unrest, there is no unrest. Nothing that changes shall pass.
Yes?
Patient, circumspect. Yes. Unbound with nothings for tomorrows. With patience for tomorrows. Patience so wide it rows its boat to the shore and laughs deep and long.
And then remembers its purpose.
When the children of Buddha sang, they were shot. And Molloch danced. And the dead made dinner. Dinner for all, and dancing tomorrow.
Dancing tomorrow til dawn.
A white fan of mirth across my face, jingled. Jangled, by god and mercy. Unfortuned and outstripped for a villain. For a villain. Barred and bandaged. Wound and succored. Hale and broken.
Forgive me, forgive me. There is no unrest, there is no unrest. Nothing that changes shall pass.
Yes?
Patient, circumspect. Yes. Unbound with nothings for tomorrows. With patience for tomorrows. Patience so wide it rows its boat to the shore and laughs deep and long.
And then remembers its purpose.
When the children of Buddha sang, they were shot. And Molloch danced. And the dead made dinner. Dinner for all, and dancing tomorrow.
Dancing tomorrow til dawn.