New Exorcist/New Maps

 

New exorcism 

New exercise 

New setting of the mind

As we have wandered 

While wandering 

Into new meadows 

So thick 

With elements 

Of can’t 

Can nots

And 

Don’t even consider it 

What it creates 

Domicile 

For the flyers 

The crawler 

And the dissolver 

Of comfort 

On levels 

Rarely seen

Take hold

Make

Your own can’ts now

Draw down

The battle lines

With binary faith

Noble branches

Nearly cut

To serve as boundary 

And new map drawn

Sovereignty 

As red as the tresses 

And flags 

That arise 

In the delicate 

Balance 

Of can’t