II. Lullabies For Isaac

Hokmah missed us
Ancient echoed efforts wasted
Shame from the Solo man and every guiding hand
Yet still, a chance to listen

Hold our old unformed answers tight
Our nerfed comfort we cradled ourselves to death in
Cling one last time
To the solid ground of empire
But hurry, as this is goodbye

Now descend
And begin the Wander

Sam Spratt, 2021. 1 of 1.