in some days you will reckon with your dark he sprawls and splays beneath paying no mind for he is the bread and breadth of you in some days obstreperous one you will make pay to this quiet thunderer he feeds without hunger plays without plot and acts without willing a teacher untaught how shaking a possessor living undead uncrowned king atop a pauper's proud head all seeing justice 'tween poles unmoored a tight rope monkey dance heaven's earthly cord in some days you'll reckon with tumbling divine die man shaken asunder by 'virtue' or 'vice' heart you stirring, sinner and stoke fire, you saint your fates are sown by a seamstress blind and fickle fingers sow no hate dreams of a dreamer your purchase in waking rewards of the reeper "ours" for the taking nevermind her motives for you they are not but a dancer you are on ropes untaught in some days you will reckon but reckon we do with darkness inside us come out and unhide us out with the devil with you