So cave I enter as you asked
Shall I know how time won’t pass?
“No,” respond you,
quite unnerving
I, receiver undeserving
of such clamorous, despair-driven tones.
We persist despite my moans
Undo the chains or free the convict
Given no trial, jury, verdict,
court decree, nor case, nor judge
I hold
toward
you who flips that
switch a
grudge.
There you go, blue.
Check the volts.
I’m sure they’re
