The earth has lines in it
Cut by divine cartographers
That point me to you
                                     And you to me

Unholy magnetism

As we orbit
Chasing one another
Endlessly

A cloud creates a shelf
And you dangle your toes
Fishing in the endless sea of soil
As spiderwebs sink to its surface
And the snake slithers on

High above the mountains
The wind blows west
And the water washes away
The salt from all my tears

You’re calling to me
From somewhere
                               Far, far away

Across the ocean
Or under the sea

Your voice ripples out
And the rain begins to fall

Soaking through the drought-worn earth
Through the roots
Through the clay
Through the rock

Divine Destruction

The earth crumbles
And falls away
And the little lines on its surface
Descend into darkness

Only you and I remain
Floating in ethereal mist
Surveyors of its undoing

No more lines
No more clouds
No more magnetism
No more dirt

We are the last things left
And will be
Until the sun sets
And we are lost among the stars