I have fought stagnation,
          its deviled wormy bones
Woken freely to broken dawns
          blue cast horizons
Moon sunk and hairy tree topped.

          Move forward,
broken King!
          Abandon your hope
frothing like a child’s petty scorn.

A perpetual crawling
          this life is.
A reaching forward and a looking backward.
With a glabbering kiss your legacy awaits.