Winding Roads of Cheese

Paul Revere

The intravenous insurrection beckons, gently
Come.
Ethereal injections whimper as you run
Until the howling in your ears become the throbbing hum
That bids you think escaping is an urgency,
Just Come.
Forward on the beat, at the thrash of pounding drum
Come.
The silence echoes swiftly across the darkened numb
Of holes in midnight forearms,
Into the breach - the scum
Into the cracks - the scrum
Into the darkness
Come.
The Paul Revere of madness rides in twilight, gathers some
But answer not his cavalcade of finitude and
Come.
The bells astound the scattering alarum of we numb
Catatonic replicas of violence render dumb
Into the breach and seal the void, insurrection's strum
Come.
And rally toward the weary lines of chaos,
Simply Come.

Come.

Come.

I beseech you, come.

Fear not the tyranny of possible
And Come.