Pursuit of otherness died with you, from sameness.
It was a blind chemistry.
The cancellation of consciousness did not lead to peace.
In the name of freedom, we destroyed our relations.
The shadow of sphinx always overlooked us,
shaping bare bones.
Epic symbols gave you the infinity of after life.
You grope in dark
to find the future, and present suffers in austerity.
The space between inner and outer body widens.
Something has to be done
to provoke the legends to become the evidence.
You adore a conclusion, it never changes.
Images differ, myths and symbols make a dry sound.
The silence is wrenched into a seizure,
falling into the emptiness of tomorrow.
Unreasonable thrust of color does not alter
the darkness of blood and song.
Tree of light dances.