Victim-Yves Jarvis

When eternity has grown faint But still waxes and wanes Smoke screens dissipate Confronted with cliches That's the crux of this pace When warrant falls into frame And they reproach and maim Bereft of intent and aim They call you by name Insistent to constrain Notions of normal sustained I'm a victim of process And bound to result Just plowing the field Relentlessly to no end I'm a victim of the same old stuff My father was Then time extends in pursuit of power On either side Curves and bends For the suited hour To form a line That tunnels deep Doesn't cower And ascends high And subdivides I'm a vitriolic mass of dynamite Just bound to ignite Between the ides of now and then I'm a victim of the rise, the rush Beyond lexicon