show us how you hobble when your ankles twist and break
when we serenade your carcass, picking clean your ravaged state
now, escape is just a justified just barely just it is
the future is so tense now with the present's last past fit
mid life crisis, kiss the irist
the swallowed pride that binds the eyelids to the ides of litany
with chuckles stripped of their shackles, washed clean of their sins
they were baptized in the fading arms of autumn
and we fell for those leaves as they fell from the trees
while the autumn would fall with a difficult ease
towards a winter's envy wilting away from spring's haphazard disease
all in the span of a wave of a hand
the strangers have met in this season of mists
succumb, rewind,
too lost to find
an idle hearse,
the buried verse
reversed, posses
this dialect
recur, combust
so found its lost
the open ends
revealed again-
against the odds
cry revenant
while all its friends
yell charlatan
