flattered like duty, song, and the wrong that you inherit

In the brook of Cindy Lee
water climbs up crowded mountains
this was that time we favored mechanics
all adjunct, drifting cosmological distress
path of father’s neatly combed, respected
but never for me, can the spider lie
or the transient palace now singing
bringing opioid clouds to the smoke again
no reality to sacrifice anymore
just duty, song, and the wrong that you inherit