The unbroken chain of myth:
Tap, tap, tapping along
To the chorus of your mind,
The perpetuating of the same old truth:
Toll, toll, the bell draws you close
To the chorus of their choice,
The silent grave no longer veiled:
With slothlike precision, a lifetime
Slowly spooning, always searching
For redemption, for the sacred seed
To the chorus of a cockroach’s deed.
