parables of faith decayed
and songs of falling burnished leaves
and spells i bring and none believes,
too early in the motorcade
destiny in ambuscade
itself has shrouded with swift leaves
it's no one's fault if none believes
this early in the motorcade
anodynes no more allayed
the baying of the torn-by-thieves
such as any wise man leaves
if early enough in the motorcade
Gabcast! etheric notes #3
