the house of the survivors

I was moving so gracefully, coinciding with the basement praters,
I cherished the company of Ferris Wheels, even earning extra points aside
but then it arrived, a tinting of vision, a de-graining sandtorch of weeds and fables
at the worst time, when I was in the handstep of crooked times’s apprehension laws,
the type of company to figure out clouds on the spot as if a measure of science in the bones
but if God had attacked differently and I were to walk out complete and excelling
I might have stayed forever, punishing the shortened vision and would never talk to God,
I would have become a teacher not out of any abundant talent for teaching, out of nothing else,
it is where the willing will be denigrated with electric bicycle rewards like a countdown afloat
and the unwilling sunk astropoids drawling on a barn in Tennessee, prospects adjoined