My body is a cage. This union is cage about a cage about a cage. And this, and this town too. I'll see you once in a while but I can't be seen with you. This place is a narrative mess. The floor a tangle of bedsheets and battered sundress. The ink has dried in the well. The journey once was consequential, Now: sequential, sequential, sequential, sequential. When will you silence your hounds? The eldest sons to the altar of the Eternal Sound. Their blood is spilled at the dawn. A nation bound to your will, still, the violin plays on. Plays its devotional song. Once it was, once it was so essential, Now: sequential, sequential, sequential, sequential.