On the eve of destruction
Desolation, and extinction.
Change and continuity
The holy grail of the truth
It took a long time for us to get here
Words that are steps to where something else could be
Something more important than you
And what you think.
This offering swells deep within
The house of life
We are left to lament with this blessing.
A thought, the light in the womb of the storm,
Clenched within the palm of life.
Coming up empty; clouded riding on the chariot of loss...
The words wealth... self consumed redemption.
We are in awe.
We are rich and in love with ourselves
Tearing open your chest to hide in your, your ribcage.
Passing through your veins
In ways of word and phrase.
Confined by what can't occur in our mind
But wait
None of this is real
None of this was ever real.