measures

beaten down

a long and trodden path

swim or drown

it is this living's wrath

then came to feel

just at dark's descent

you're someone real

if hell or heaven sent

run with me across the frame

the one that keeps us in

cages meant to make us tame

and pure of all our sins

spare me bombast from the hill

the hours spent mining loss

we are meant to finally kill

this existential dross

and come unto a higher plane

our empty cups in hand

we glimpse through narrow window panes

a sea where once was sand

a song of heart pronounced

in measures of the soul

a sigh on winds the only sound

is that which makes us whole