Mother me in this maze
Blood transfused in your gaze

The flood is high in confined quarters
your eyes shimmer like coins on dying days

The passage through unknown waters
The light reflects white through our barters

My hand extends to a friend, briefly
we make amends with the alignment of lines on our hands

Bull and battered man combined brute force with a weak mind
but even your unkindness inspired warmth in my eyes

Tears tear holes in maroon silk
Blood red rubies fall from the slits in our faces

The salty seas add insult to injury
transport power from poor workers to hungry eyes

We are mere travelers blessed with wooden cognizant hearts
Secretly teasing the embers of life to ignite our hearths

There is more to see than raging seas of empty flesh
Crimes of passion and tears of possession are weaved and liquidated

Run after the river of your ancestor's pursuits
Bright and beautiful lights bouncing off the mirrors

Enticing secular exchange in specular reflection
The same mistakes are made for eternity since antiquity