Garden Chancery - Code

Forced into the stagelight / A weak, wan and marbled hide / Disgorged up to

jugdement / Sharp cracks of the gavel

Great caps in a row / Their fine mystery certain / And the balcony heaves with

old familiarts, lechers and treason

The prisoner’s stance / A calm acceptance in the stifling scowl of the hanging

judge / The defendant speaks…

Where am I now that you could deliver me?

/ I have lived over clouds and

beneath the deepest sea

I sang from the caverns as the rocks peeled and broke with trees / I was origin,

everything.

Who could deliver me?

For I was a blaze in your shallow dusk / The winding berth of stars / Where

lonely gavels pound the earth

To work it dark with scars / But I tire of the chase, the harvest monopoly /

How you bore with your delicate graces and

Charity / I’ll soothe quiet desires and the ache of the evergreen / And then

how shall I wait — for judgement or clarity?

For I am your ache and your reverie / Your wild desire and colour / And in my

flaws adorn the court / The pivot of my garden

Deliver your judgement / My chancery, pause to decide

Deliver your judgement / My garden, my flowers of light