Release

As the twinkle faded,

And the dosage decreased.

The hand lost sight,

Of the feet beneath.

Yet strut along it did,

As the hands flapped,

To be released.

So as it struggled,

With the essence of defeat,

Along came the dirt,

Accompanying the off-side beat.

At the yellow altar,

You will find a strip of faith.

Which will only bind you,

To your authoritarian fate.

So flap all you want,

Flap till you forget to count.

Your feet will carry you,

To what your hands,

Will never want.

The key is to find,

A common bend,

Along the body-way.

 Drop

 a

 bell

 along

 the

 way

 then

 maybe

 a

 dung-beetle

 might

 just

 find

 you

 and

 show

 you

 the

 way

 to

 that

 place

 your

 dreams

 never

 find.