to the point

they fill in visions and repeat in sound

the touch of light on rock the moving shade

marking a changing time then the parade

of trucks and buses moving folk around

since we must hurry to get off this ground

back to our homes back to the normal trade

of simple speaking in words that are flayed

out of all meaning then twisted and bound

a short escape leads to another place

with older energies but the same tide

washed on that shore beneath a certain light

allowing these historians to trace

the roots of anger and the base of pride

straight to their homes in certainty and right