RIP TO RIP
Rip the golden thread back up
To its rightful, bright spiring bask;
From the long, guarded gloom,
Replace the recipe, uncook the books,
Stop the stealth, restore the score.
Unbind these unnatural ties,
Remove their false claims.
RIP the red-caped clan toss of cruel cup,
Undash the bitter splash, back it as asked,
Only low lying, to its bed and birth room,
Crawling in reverse, retiring the crooks,
Returning unshared wealth to original ore,
Kind and kindred, living and spirits alive nigh,
Countermoving, manifesting their astral aims.