The chaos of life calling in the twisting veins,
Where lifeblood pumped and the children came to drink,
Now blackened and scorched ,
The shell of our beingness,
Lies parched and cracked on this devoid land.
Silence the stillness vocalizing the null,
From the blank slate view to the ceiling of the sky.
Life for life,
Dead or deprived,
The cacophony of the carnival disregarded ,
Only shadows and memories,
Lingering in the custody of the earth,
Carried on the endless journey of the wind
We call nothingness.
Their orifices are alive with selfish yield
We have no tongue to speak.
Drained of existence,
Once we sheltered in the hollow inside.
Now we are spectres
Ghosts of the flood
Someday the rains will come again
So long we have waited
Lost between planes
Nothing but the echo of a perpetual utterance
We will dance in the gathering waters,
When breath shudders coldly,
Through the carcass of our essence,
Bringing out throats alive,
Drowning stone and dust,
We will call again.
Call to the perpetual,
Empty skies with aeonian lies,
Clouds which despise,
To whom we call abode again .
