There is a razor's edge on which the diamond cuts
It won't transform itself again: this edge it never ruts
Next to fire this saber's teeth will tiger tear repeat
Striped not stippled slices rip equivocation sheets
Reach regard remonstrate roar sagacity in motion
Trill the fire bellow blue as sparkles wave the ocean
Be the way the coast the cost at prices never seen
Markets fray as fellows will their effort perfect sheen
Binding feats will blister fast when loving is the purpose
Confusion curls a straighter narrow never mind the surplus
Guided tours of faraway won't bring comfort home
All there is is breathe again and reconsidered roams
While the steel cracks hard on flint there may be light in brief
But these trees who knew not smelt are burned down to the leaf
Here it is what's mined is stored in hands that hold their guilt
In the house that cannot stand on marshland blowhards built
Roman Ryan 