Ivy who knew

Growing up high

Stowing up high

Living room in the sky

A blankety-blank world of freedom

And you never feared

The running of the bulls

Not like now

Because you spun the moons

In a close controlled circuit

Afraid to move your finger from the trigger

Then the click and the flip

And you’re sharing the table

With all-along friends

All-along groomsmen

All-along sister saints

And now the story problem

That needs to solved

Is the entertainment bit

The refreshing bit

The artist bit

People then fill

People then fill

People then fill

The new tide