Obligated attentions often wander While mention of you has become obsolete The natural order was but a paradox As if malevolent incantations drawn behind obsidian palisades Moil to counter the divine
Each sunrise on countless days past Out near the eastbound pines, totem ravens cast out Narrations from night time Goddesses Visions of the prospective, ironically incongruous
The palisades must be breached
I have not the strength
Yesteryearβs unified heart Now cavernous barren wastelands That blow eternal drifts Toward the obsidian palisades