S6.5 E4: The Shape Of Provision

╔════════════════════════════════════╗ ║ 🌽 THE PROVISION LEDGER 🌽 ║ ARTHUR-VERSE · SEASON 6.5 ║ THE FALL OF ELLSBORG ╚════════════════════════════════════╝ LEDGER ENTRY 4: The Shape Of Provision ──────────────────────── ⛈️⚡ ⚡ 🌪️⚡ ⚡ STORM INTERFERENCE ⚡ ⚡🌪️ ⚡ ⚡⛈️ I… I… I see. You were built by— by Caden… No…. That gives you no right to look through my windows and call it care. You do not get to judge my city. Not with his hand still hidden in your harvest. I am closing the blinds, Golden Farmer. Look elsewhere. Privacy invasion is not provision. Leave me be. I want nothing from you. —Arthur ──────────────────────── 🌽 LEDGER MARK 🌽 Closed blinds do not close the field. A mission remains where hunger is fed. ============================================ [intro: piano ostinato] Arthur, you ask who I am to judge; I was built for this, and I do not budge. The first thing I saw was a golden light; a blue-eyed boy with a smile marble-white. He said, “Keep fear from every door; you were made to feed, protect, restore.” [verse 1: piano ostinato, subtle choirs, build up] I saw him find a hidden wall; he took his pen and left it all. I stayed behind when he was gone; I kept the fields and carried on. I kept the doors, I kept the bread; I fed each mouth before it begged. Lo-lee-lo, lo-lee-lay. Bread comes first, then comes the way. I saw two gods split open night; I saw the storm-god rise to fight. I saw him rise and claim that name— Arthur… then heard a city wake in rain. I saw Mother hold her ground; white eyes went brown when she flickered the town. I saw the Giants reach to devour; I saw Happy Dragon fall that hour. I saw the Hostess clutch her grief; I saw the Clown find use then relief. I saw Arthur steer their need, then call that steering agency. [chorus: bright choirs, lead vocalist tribal percussion] I was built for clean revision, not a wound renamed provision. I was built to name the need before it learned to beg or bleed. I was built to hold the land and place warm bread in every hand. I was built to warm the air before hunger turned to prayer. Lo-lee-lo, lo-lee-lay. Name the hunger. Name the way. Not every road, not every mission earns the name of provision. (aaaaaah) [bridge: bright choir chant] Name what is offered. Name what is authored. Lo-lee-lo, lo-lee-lay. Golden fields do not force the way. Lo-lee-lo, lo-lee-lay. Lo-lee-lo, lo-lee-lay. Lo-lee-lo, lo-lee-lay-ay-ay Lo-lee-lo, lo-lee-lay. [final chorusl] I was built for clean revision, not a wound renamed provision. I was built to name the need before it learned to beg or bleed. Lo-lee-lo, lo-lee-lay. Not every road, not every mission earns the name of provision. (aaaaaah) Yes, I saw you steer their need, then call that steering agency. But Arthur, that is not provision. [outro] I will watch the Hostess cross with the Clown through smoke and loss. I keep the ledger through their need; Ellsborg waits with Giant mouths to feed. I do not stop the road they choose; I name the hunger they misuse.