The Whole City (Dgheyaytnu)

And I blemish what I create Good riddance to what's been gained See it penciled in and erased You know what's built in this place? The whole city, the dominion it claims The broken itinerant let one slip in the grave Make it quick with no pain Spring frantically and quick from the bend in the leg Dancing with the grim release from this plane Street to street, gate to gate Truncated the length, water on every limb Done way too much to be drained, constantly wavering Turnagain Actuated the chase, negativity lurks amidst Reaffirm my base and then sift the urn spilt from the tip So much labor spent abrogating it's grace, the blade remains stiff Lacerated fantasies, brain tainted with glyphs Dirty blank slate too late to maintain any sense This is as frigid and as tame as it gets This is as frigid and as tame as it gets Tools gifted wear them all on my belt Profiling perfection, cultivation of self Most highly placed protection on the high beam of stealth Most prized possessions in the winery's cellar Retrieve the brine and then find shelter Eyes lie in the revived welkin Without the strength of affirmation, hide behind the present The whole city Too many dungeons to pry open and delve in Shimmering with every quake, hurled astray and pelted Hope I can find a trace It's all open, indefinite