Calligraphers humour.

Listen to you silently scrawl in the dirt

in a attempt of a self depreciating parody 

a new contempt of its man made machine.

calligrapher adjusting humour  

raised brows that frees a form of expression.
And as you sense your precussively caged 

inside our own flesh, mortally bound to your bones

the green feathers flying behind  

in a momentuary dualing motion 

whilst locking ancestral horns with your reflective self.
The reason daubbed as a clause 

along a branch can no longer reach

swearing oaths hidden underneath  marbled halls 

vectored columns and casting padlocks for the lost 

symbolism of a red topped sundial watch 

the deer undress you whilst they sychronise 

the organisation’s waltz to a ocean view.
And as you sense your precussively caged 

inside our own flesh, mortally bound to your bones

the green feathers flying behind  

in a momentuary dualing motion 

whilst locking ancestral horns with your reflective self.

As you Voyage without moving 

motivations have been lost too a love of mountain tea.
And as you sense your precussively caged 

inside own flesh, mortally bound to your bones

the green feathers flying behind  

in a momentuary dualing motion 

whilst locking  ancestral horns With your reflective self.