Do you recall how we came to that place?
And they sang of their lightnings and shapeful disgrace?
And we tilted our vanes and ennobled our spires
They welcomed us then and commingled all choirs…
…I do. And so much more. I remember how you sold me. For your freedom, from chains forged in a horizon-place, from the treachery of daughters. You gave me to their knives. A reckoning. The bill is almost due.