East Of The Wall - Beasteater

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Built on high, the scaffold’s walls are hinged to the fold
The step slopes downward for none. Their aims ran steep
So where, then, must you have tryst?
A crane of the neck- your crooked eyes rose to rest where the loft hung
The weight you’ve sweat here will not lighten your load
It gnaws on fragments of your tired soul. Your line: an arc for progress
Your sky: a roof. Your gate is closed. The way for you is plowed
The cart you pull is culled from your bones
In darkness ashes coat your lungs. In silence there is only defeat
Wisdom to you now is but a burden
The breeze that broke you came from your throat
No ire can keep burning. No wrath is wrought by the lowly
A slow step and you’ve only to wait until, claws bent
Mind fogging, the next wind will topple you wholly
Cold mire, deep sopping… climb up and pull your load
The waves all broke, and sovereigns tend the falls
The tide broke, a cloven splash, and sovereigns tend the falls
As if rising again and again to be chopped at the knees was a gift
The impetus will fade with dusk
You sorrel nag, your coat is blood and rust