And our smiles were wry. And our eyes were impudent and dry. And all our limbs, were not our limbs. And all our thoughts were prosthetic. And the serpent was naked too. And my baggy pants were the witnesses to the trespass. And the Death has forsaken us. In our castles of dirt. And Joseph became second to the Pharaoh. And the father has found his son. And the Messiah is waiting by the gates of the City.

The Quiet Musings of the Antelope. From within the din of vagueness,. I will give it to you straight. The change has long been underway. And we have all arrived too late. The time to double down your chips. Our sense, our calm. We did not inherit the earth. But instead shape it only with our pains.