Take the lowest common denominator,

The tiniest grain of sand.

Like the first digit of our fingers

Points back to the whole hand.



Follow the spear flight

Hurled with any lateral

Throw it on the clifftop

Weaves over the battle

Pill of wax descending the candle

Late at night,

You'd feel a rise at this mantle



The catalyst or the detonator

The place where it all again

The bottom floor of the elevator,

The grandfather of the middleman.



Follow the spear flight

Hurled with any lateral

Throw it on the clifftop

Weaves over the battle

Pill of wax descending the candle

Late at night,

You'd feel a rise at this mantle



Waxing givers

Slip between the sheets of minds.

Rosetta stone

Like the skeleton

Reassembled bone by bone by bone by bone



Follow the spear flight

Hurled with any lateral

Throw it on the clifftop

Weaves over the battle

Pill of wax descending the candle

Late at night,

You'd feel a rise at this mantle