Equal Equality

We need Masters and Slaves to temper our delusions

Being equals is a rather tedious obligation we must know

Even though we can never share enough to be equal

Or speak the truth enough to have an equal existence

I am closer than ever before to this unfathomable world in paint

Enigma time’s enigma equals clarity in a blurry vision crisp concise

My line is a creature from a highly organised world I can remember

We have all been on our way to this place of unfathomable life

Where the order is astray and the man at the melt down of his greed

I struggle to make the paint move with joy as I draw against a cold night

We dance to an annoying sound and pretend we do not care

Finally the orchestra gets a telling off and the players try again

The noise is no better and effort seems to make it even worse

Formalities aside we have learnt the steps and move with pride

No attention is wasted on a sound that cannot be listened to

And music makes us dance so this is not easy to do

As long as he keeps singing in her ear and she stays close

He can find her rhythm from the air she breathes on him

She knows the way he holds her is a sign of the times.

TraceyTawhiao(c)2010