When the Book is Written

when the book is written the tall n short will trade shifts
and the periods an'commas will be a-breathing 
all the letters will lift and the blazing of the pen
will one day begin again
when it surfaces like a stone on the waves it will pound
and be heard and demand
with throttl'd force it will shear them
with its wit it'll cut and gut them with metaphors
the shining hour it is written

and the moment it appears
its meanings will be reversed
and countless critics it will curse and make them drownded
with its simple ellegance their feet wont hold balance
the moment the book is written

the day will arrive when theyll eat their every word
their pens will dry and their voices, muted
and its pages paper thin will sever their dirty hands
the hour that the book is written



the shaman will spout out incantations of netherworlds
the resting dead will move their bones
and their crying will be halted
and for thousand years or more coming
will endure breaking winds and uplift the weak
and the "freaks" and the "weirdos" will all be honored
their figures will emerge from a sticky realm of pop
the hour when the book is written

you will know this is happening right before your very eyes
the breeze will still and youll hear your blood's whispering
then youll hear a trilling scream and the moon and sun will be seen as one
the hour that the book is written