this hallowed hall
oh,
the sonic boon
booming
and whispered
all deferred dismay
doomed
to some outside solitude
this
sounded defiance
reliant 
upon the specter 
cardiac
in its calcified cage
the rage, refined
to unwieldy
portrayals,
the veracity apocryphal 
so mad,
it must 
be true,
unknown
yet, certainty established
this rabble,
this tangled weave of 
souls,
of meaning, 
some sights seeming 

-unavoidable 
-divine
-out of time and
-cosmic

caustic of classifiers 
unperturbed 
the inspired outward lashing,
the uplifting tragedies,
grab hold of 
thee,
charming the song along 
from
beast, to beast.

at least, we
sing,
our greatest sin, unabashedly 
these
dastardly derelictions of
constrictions,
the
relentless fight for well-worn
liberties,
our prophesized, endless
atrophy,
defied-
in melodic, octave or,
harmony.

so,
sing to me, 
and see,
the worth of journey,
damned
be destinies.