Looped into these last days of eternity
With all the heavenly unseen
Billowed and plowed in dark crave
Lost in a sea of diluted voice
Becoming and unbecoming just that

Eternity

Where small memory and blank pages
Define the parameters where nothingness
Disappears into the palm trees
And the first symptom to surface is desire
Denounced to the many hands
Following the map of keys
Tethered to the piano
As sun soaked faces trace contrails
With speckled eyes
We find ourselves in grievanced turmoil
Amongst such lush life