Exhausted by effrontery,
Living phantoms,
Expectation,
We barter backwater wisdom,
As if half lit matches
Can spark fire on a stove.
The echo of vaulted ceilings,
Immaculate
Chiseled half-life visions,
Gargoyle affirmations,
Capture the reflection
Of our most sacred words.
Because most sacred words
Buffoon antiquity -
And we never abide
Our villainous ghosts
By chanting platitudes
At magical walls.
We owe our debtors more.