Heed the dragon Although we believe sanity’s surface To be smooth With close reflection we see A different story, winding its way like a tail We see rough, rigid notches Fiercely arpeggiated scales We indirectly peer at a world’s worth of light Shining over shoulders With a brilliant light-stepped dance Transposing our past to present History, a city of dark radiance: All its veracity preserved With a listen, we hear a low beat Welling slowly with deep-seated power Our bones can’t help but bitterly run Back and forth with the tumbling tones Boulders audibly bash each other Low sounds ring, heard in the belly A great life jaw grinds open The sharpness of teeth makes its point We are inescapably bound in the sound But we drip under rapture’s chains, too We come to face fire-breathing sanity.