Forms of Imprisonment

Stable fortress

What makes the boundless stand on a pin?

For saturnine blue torches downed in size

Subterranean forests

Move outward by desing

Consider

A diamond's view of time

Can see more ways

We're offering a new power

Stop sheltering a doomed flower

That's not what we're meant to be made of

Swallowed in a new form 'till the shadow pf him covered every limit

No more narrow cage to gild

Don't let the stable fortress come to nothing

If you want to be

You can want to be

You can free any form you love

We a put ban on poetry and growin things

To see the seasons we've been sweeping

Under Saturn's hair

We've been sweeping seasons

Asleep,

All the kings are out on ant hills

So don't let this come to nothing

Come taste

Our strong sense of will

All bets on the table trumping a visit with a death by inches

Of what a win - win game of will is

Come in Sally and sing

Under the stars, say no to sleep

For those who wish to be they can free any form they love

Stop putting bans on the poetry and growing things,

And sweeping the seasons,

Holding pins

With the weight of the world