COUP IN

THERE IS NO PART,
JUST YE FROM SIGHT,
BLASE HIGH....
I LET THE FLAMES, ALIGHT,
WHOSE VOICE I ONLY KNOW,....
AND THE RAINS FELL,.
TO-GETHER, YOUR MISCHIEF, -
WHITTLED, OUT FOR ME,
AND WHY---- TO HAVE ME TRAINED,
SOMEWHERE, IN OUR NATIVE LAND,...
YOUR WORDS, WERE CUT,
ON THE PRICE OF BREAD,..
NO INTIMATE CHAT
OR A PLACE IN BED,
YOUR, UNPOLISHED WORDS, AND NEEDS MUST BE,
IS,-NOW,-BUT... SHEAR AGONY....
WORD OF A GHOST,
SLOWLY, SILENTLY, GLOAMING.
MY HONOR,....
IS NOW WITHIN ITS PLACE, -
YOUR SHARPLY SWORDS,
UPON YOUR FACE,...
REMEMBER NOW,
THAT PATCH OF SKY., SOUND, AND SIGHT,.
LIMITLESS ETERNITY,
FOR, MY SINGING NOW;-..
IS OF LIBERTY..