Swell

deeper it seems just now

nearer closer rising

that sense of swelling

we know so well 

breath distended

the tide's running

surging with pride

chests pushed out

currents roll into waves

herding lonely stars

not rusted on 

believe they too belong

dear leader took it further 

hard wired nor to facts 

whistling tweetie's tunes

the fear done wrong 

dialed up on party-lines

on song against the flow

them good ol' days fantasy

gonna make right everything

swans sing