Lighting the pending storm to carve streams within his brow.
Defining wrinkles that speak wars,
Which once broke the bead of sweat through leather skin.

Strength which was bought on borrowed belly,
Empty of cause or circumstance,
Stance which drove the highway of oppression,
Packed onto stolen land.
Of a journey that breaks patterns of withdrawal,
In lingo and accent to hide fear.

Whose hands uncovered this strength,
Broke boundaries of name and title,
Drawing lines in the street of belief,
Only to dig deep enough to find the same,
Structure built on magnetism,
To the internal compass of union.
Badge the badgered with title of nonesense,
To remove opportunity by restricting imagination.
Break boundaries of seclusion by seclusion’s differences.
Break bread to bow down to indifference in the yeast.
That same growing mass of which we feed,
The lies that bring us closer to being far away. 

When crossed path are broken,
Broken in and out and in between,
In seams sewn loosely for comfort,
And tatter, To tie together mismatched pieces,
Once close to same in color and cord,
Now competing for draping in permanent attire.

To replace the blown out hair and wheels of status,
Status to statue the streams and storms of arrival,
Proclaiming welcome and dominance of home,
Of which are not part of an original pattern,
But borrowed and broken by change and time,
Time who has passed a square now lit with shame and selling.

No individual fits the bill to break a pattern of overthrow,
By barrels of money which no longer float with busted tap,
In keystone of completion in passive place,
To bring a game upon conquered towers,
Towers to hide the shameless and disconnected,
Wires that hang in danger of blowing to strike harm.

Any wear across rough faces,
Not shaven to hide the rash of quick decision.
Bring forth the challenge and change once known,
Active and passive in your back in the street,
A way from home to know one’s maker,
To change the rules for what was once known.