The binding knot of Jupiter
sent stars reeling past the sea,
and the gilded Autumn sunrise
was felt by me, surprisingly.

Though I wonder oft of paradise
the warmth does scare me too,
I'm not used to ruby embers;
Evolved to cobalt blues.

Amplifiers broadcast the last
cries of the desert sands.
I love the things you'll surely miss,
just please free me from this land.