The Land We All Believe In - Cerberus Shoal

Four walls

There’s nothing inside

Saltwater marks

The passing of time

So create a home

Build it up on one side

Work in the evenings

Long mornings and nights

To create a place to hide

Spend time making sure you’re not forgetting

Honor all the Gods to your favor

Call it all, professed before your time

Memory

The tattered sea

A strip of land behind

And why beside a foot misplaced

Pattern seeked

Or pattern soaked

Eloquent, indeed

Or breed morals

In the fishtank

Of your servitude smiling

Wiping the piss of life into your eyes

Ol' yellowed edges

Surely

Reality, you are not

Quite what you used to be

With cane in hand

And shrinking spine

It seems a life

Will take its time

Or possibly

Time takes a life

To see

Its own peculiar anatomy

The land we all believe in