Circuitous

Destroyers, keepers
Kingdoms fall

We provide the tithe
Until we crawl

To cracks and crevasses
Deep and down

‘til brighter times
We suffer and drown

We assign and think
All things must collude

When on our knees
We should heed solitude

To wake from mirrors
Both past and present

But we stay and lay
And repeat, “never said it.”