The Lynchpin

The great lynchpin of reason slipped,

Or was it held tighter than before,

So feeling is numbed in its grip.

An august vision of hypnotic design,

Raised up on a kaleidoscope tower

Fastened so particularly fine,

Making clear what industry brings.

Decisions made in the crucible of time,

Guard sanity and help define

The sanctuary of an ageless rhythm and its melodic line

From the unassailable spring of a saviour’s mind.

Raised up on a mythic cross,

Fastened with the lynchpin of infinite need,

That crossed forever with the essential design.