From Landlord to Lame
Bound to the rigid necessity of another’s web
Each of us will toggle, as if condemned to freedom,
A perspective, produced from the ebbing of naught,
Where troubled coffins loom without expiration
Exasperating will be the rigor of our chains, but
Compelling will be the harmony which they bear
Therein, as if from without, will our Landlord dream
Of the souls which selfishly confiscate emendation