Jelling, cut cloth, cut down to size.
Trembling fit, unfit, begotten.
Forgotten place unplaced again.
No space, no home. Unwoven, untold.
Pushed outward away. Don’t stay.
More room awaits, faith, but not here.
Jeer, they don’t laugh but maybe you will.
Let them stare, not care, and flee from authenticity.
A pity, oh pity, that their utterance drags.
Red flags show the pillowed enclosure.
Walk forward forever and keep your composure.