Dancing like the ancients
From a potent wine
All those deep in slumber
Move their lips in time
The paramour is exiled
In suffering she grows
While the crowd of people loud
Harbor sins of old
The cosmic wheel keeps turning
Hardened hearts’ its fuel
The soul gains scar tissue
The judgment is too cruel
For those that go astray
Like wild children roam
Will be removed like cancer
For the curse that’s in their bones
Stubborn is the ruler
Who loses his right mind
When future grace is pointless
Death will seem too kind
The glass beads of Manhattan
The sickle and the hourglass
What on earth cannot be purchased?
What on earth has no dim past?
We circle our own planets
Like yielding specks of rock
For if we walk off our timeline
The void awaits unlocked