Forms of Imprisonment

Stable fortress
 What makes the boundless stand on a pin?
 For saturnine blue torches downed in size
 Subterranean forests
 Move outwards by design
 Consider
 A diamond's view of time
 Can see more ways
 We're offering a new power
 Stop sheltering a doomed flower
 That's not what we're meant to be made of
 Swallowed Saturn under the terms of our imprisonment
 To arrest in a new form 'till the shadow of him covered every good limit
 No more narrow cage to gild
 Don't let the stable fortress come to nothing
 If you want to be me
 You can free any form you love
 We put ban on poetry and growing things
 To see the seasons we've been sweeping
 Under Saturn's hair
 We've been sweeping seasons
 Asleep
 All the kings are out on ant hills
 So don't let this come to nothing
 Come taste
 Our strong sense of will
 All bets on the table trumping a visit with a death by inches
 Of what a win - win game of will is
 Come in Sally and sing
 Under the stars
 Say no to sleep
 For those who wish to be they can free any form they love
 Stop putting bans on poetry
 And sweeping the seasons
 Holding pins
 With he weight of the world