Phil, Oh So Fee

Monkish anchor: the cave and chains
It's a repetition, we've been here throughout
We retreat, advance, clash, stroll the coop
Internecine scornfare's internettle poison

To love the past is to hate your friends
To see your fellows is to listen well
To watch the future is to fail your self
To make a way is to bend to wind

Accords unwritten are illegible concordance
Visibility wrangles clouds 
For a taste
Of sweet sun blue