The insane passage of time,
Has led me to this point,
Surroundings are stereo vibes,
The mystic beats,
Created in the caves,
All come blaring out,
They trumpet and stampede,
All along with swinging clashes,
Like a medieval battle,
The eternal battle that,
instead of sustaining injury,
created something anew,
gasping littered dust of wreckage,
O how much it means,
the begotten, the wretched, the poor all mingle under one star,
Dancing and pouring drink after
drink,
Commoting the alleys of the sky,
Calamitous in their guise,
Bring joy and confusion in their
wake,
Splashing on the shore,
a delicate overlapping embrace,
The past aggression forgotten,
With charred remains,
The ocean succeeds the
deadly flame.