The testament came on the fierce winds that left our world in a ruin of promising lies.
The distracion we worship
is sinking into the sea.
The very song of being to which we cling
faces the great waves rising above us.
We are not released from our illusions
of freedom and the pain of hatred.
As the darkness descends in eternal slowness
our hearts weep in this our return to the stars.
The very love to which we cling
rises within us
Rises and falls
dreams and fails
comes in and in
And whichever way we are
forgotten, exhalted or condemned
Until the final darkness descends
and the waves return to ice
The feintest eddy yet
carries us to all we are
and all we have (n)ever been.
From jagged stone tool
to remote controlers
A slight ripple of the soul
carries us like a tune
To a forever repeating End.
We dreamed this universe -
She did not dream us.
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