Muted Fallacy

Portability is the key here

when dealing with matters of the pockets

loose change and blue teeth shatter

a world once thinking of

Now we're on the path to memory

elicited by strange deviations

from what was apparent by Nature

for which we have no foreseen rectification

Walking cramped in the streets

with not a soul nearby

can you figure out the compass

and read it like an ancient book

Promises are vagrant to a purely speculative abomination of a society

where unmarked wishes bid for reckoning our tired bones

how have we escaped the tides of this motherly womb

and not seen the last to fall because we're in it for the rest

Open up your wrinkled ears

deafened by the bondsman's call

and free your anxious temple

from the calamity we must endure, forevermore