The Devil has sold
His soul
Letting all the sins
Of what it used to
And still means
For man to sin
I know not where we go
When our time ends
I simply know that our time
Is met with another
Moving from one space
To another

Milk becoming cream
Dark becoming light
Cries becoming laughter
Love turning to
Hate

He rests atop the banished
Banister his arms crossed and
His lips pursed from the heat

He has been banished
For an eternity and
Now calls his prison home

Like we all do
In some way
Or another

An idea turns to reality
Reality turns to dreams
Dreams turn to nightmares
Burning back into the Earth
Ideas crystallized to be found
By the newcomer all over again

In search of waves of
Angel hair grass
The rest of childhood behind me
Where I now turn old
Holding no age in my face or body

I turn towards the sun
It heats my face my eyes my cheeks
The wet of the waves moistens my pores
The crashing are symbols produced from
The invisible hands of sirens

We are meant to see the world
As it once was
Is
And will soon be

We are meant to see the world
In entirety
And
Its fragility

We are meant to see the world

We are meant to see the world

We are meant to see our home

Before

It is all over

And

Done with