Step down from the ledges of fire and flame
And everything holy
Down through the concrete of dimness and dark
Where nothing is sacred
In a city in a nation of statues and styles
And fashion and fad

Everything is so empty and worthless
All circles are broken and all clouds go unpainted
Our canvases pissed on by markets of madness
And war and political antics
Coerced into stencil tombstone car towns
And dozen lane streets merging to madness

Unanticipated losses of stature and duty
And non brilliant disregard for principle
And religion and the in grown
Sense of faith and of fear
Missing from the children
Which is all labeled immoral

So turn left on the hill up in the city
Where a clackity front door knocker
Can not wake one who is not home
One who owns keys to a canvas
Painted in secret and symbolism
And religion and beauty and music

One who shifts the topic of expression
And who robbed the basic depression
Which lapses in now like high tide
To rest on shoulders like boulders
Of money or of worry
Or celestial objects of God