so fast the rhyme so fast the rhyme that appear slow to the cripple jumping below on line that demarcate the sign of judgment opening the mind blinded in its effort to see intemperance of necessity to wake we walk and walk to wait fastened at gate of fattened faith forever fumbling reason’s froth forever chipping logic’s tooth if one is one, one is two, but if two are one, one is three impossibly simple in its complexity the bee deliver her honey to hallowed hive of hopelessness where the inculpable confess to breaking laws obediently in shivering flame of anarchy that consume entrails of love descending from shadow above sacrificial lust sprinkled like blood on wheel of time stuck in the mud paralyzed by truth left unspoken lingering in holy word wholly broken