The Four binds that the woods man couldnt
clear around a bear climbing green trees
to his inescapable conclusion
freedom is a fanciful thing.
A chemist that couldn’t
balance his equations even
Whilst fishing for the solutions
in new tomorrows day.
Obsessive Meter reading and flowers thrown
at the feet of a empty well
on a terra ferme pillared street
And the trumpeters playing
and heralding the winged post.