Cyclorama

You awoke
A forest of empty walls around you
And you choke
Swallow all the moans that hound you

The sunlight breaks
Oh
So cinematic
And so routine, mechanized

The cyclorama starts to spin
The battle lines are drawn within
The horses, cannons, swords and smoke
No one
No one wins

You breathe
A murder of silent crows around you
Who believe
The stories in ancient prose will ground you

The sunlight breaks
Oh
So automatic
So serene, indifferent

The cyclorama starts to spin
The battle lines are drawn within
The horses, cannons, swords and smoke
No one
No one wins

Allies and enemies
Live inside of me
Waiting for the dawn
With their weapons drawn
To make peace of mind a refugee

Allies and enemies
Send out their centuries
The flags and coronets
Generals and cadets
To make peace of mind a refugee

The cyclorama starts to spin
The battle lines are drawn within
The horses, cannons, swords and smoke
No one
No one
No one wins