The soldier of the archway diving into thatching water

okay, states an all too present oversight manager of heavenly spaces,
these are the moisture barriers like we have ever or once known,
just an echo of belief disappointed by the waving anarchists
each waiting for the crosswalk like they reside in temple lanterns
feeling so proud to turn around where skyships pose on carways
too rested to restore the pessimism under the archway temper
waiting to discover the sole weathered sportsman un-adjoined
like a textbook giving away its author for too much spread wording,
bring the hope to your discretion and do not call on me to surrender
where I was bringing history from the shadow, my people were to be free