Linear Failure

Nay, nay, set your sights afar
We’ve strayed in wary, but were weary slain
Cries in volumes, bleated strains
Caught off guard and untrained
Now, when the dark was hallowed
They burned the light just to spy the prize from above
And when the stars were bolted just for eyes, you might weep
The prize is no reward
I’ll concede no hope is won
I’ll concede no opening the only way I’ve known
I wouldn’t have felt this tired but we’ve run
And god if I had known what we’re in for, I’d hide
The hunt of wills, I thought, would kill me
And which they preyed, I saw myself draped in sheep’s skin, blood crumbs, entrails
So which mark is seized. Which one will faint?
I’ll concede no hope if given time
On high, some kind of word sent down, “give in.”
Nay, nay, set your sights afar. We’ve strayed in weary, and were wary slain
Cries in volumes, bleated strains, caught off guard and untrained