I take the verse with all its blast
I break my voice on its dry tell
losing within the darkest path
I take the voice where all it stands
I loose the chains and burning bands
I rake my eyes all on the theatre
whereon my verse�s curse is passed
I move to make the stone it calls
adew with men�s hard hands laid
break up the sound I cry too hard
break up the sounds that break me bare
I cry that these harsh words rebound
I cry to hold my clear thoughts bare
I move across strewn theatre
to keep my lot my wits attended
I bridge the lot and cross my beading hands
I cross the bridge and let my mind blow bare
I seize the strands of my coursing hair
then I stand araged in that torn theatre
I stand araged there with my thoughts ascatter
there undone where stars have fallen