Inklings of intuition
Come and go as sun and moon
Feel them cling like premonition
Sprouting forth and into bloom
Rising in their joyous triumph
Then, withering in dewy gloom
Fading just as they awaken
But, to be born again so soon
This process of elimination
Ever changing with each passing
Finding life and ruination
In each healing and each lashing
Sipping from the ancient vessels
Pouring forth their emptiness
Like rivers unto weary souls
Whose sins cry out to be confessed

Adrift in tides of raging stillness
Pouring from eyes of hell and heaven
Nothing less than unfulfilled
As lessons of these truths, unleavened
Pollinate the buds of reason
In every reincarnate flower
As every sin, in every season
Drowns and starves each passing hour
Bringing life, and taking same
As time stands still and tarries on
Sun to night, and moon to day
In shattered light and broken dawn
The hunger screaming from within
For sustenance, not hollow acts
Each wasted moment is a sin
For time, once lost, can't be gained back