Burning House

Sleeping on the porchtop While we cooked the cookbook And banked near the future's marble digits Strung out While strumming false notes There's always some emergency far off Let's just sit And pour into me So i can unstress On this overburdened safety net Still A wiry frame built There was no plunging the code Only through the registered Prism can you enter Maybe, maybe There could be change And rearrange a gross imbalance Not in this sleepy town Or with these unregistered, uncertified Mockery of credentials There's no negating the inevitable So string through with faith That life always finds away