Every move you make,
Shapes your reality,
So the next step that you take,
Should follow morality,
Don't conform for heavens sake,
That's a fatality,
Be true to you don't be late,
We form abnormality,
It's a crime wasting time thinking joy we will find,
Outside ourself there's no help just our own peace of mind,
You may be lost and thats fine please just follow the signs,
You can swerve and hit the curb life is not a straight line,
Every choice that you choose,
Could enhance happiness,
And there is nothing to lose,
If your heart is of bliss,
What do you have to prove?,
That's nonsense just quit,
It's not what you see it's how you look at it.

Their eyes met not by chance
But a glitch in the gods plans.
The moment they embraced
the gods anger flared.
Frowned upon by fate
Theirs was a doomed tale.

Opposites they were nay
Like two peas in a pod they say.
But the gods didn't say
Together they should stay.
Frowned upon by fate
Theirs was a doomed tale.

But neither could stay away
From each other for a day.
Yet the gods will didn't sway
And favour their way.
Frowned upon by fate
Theirs was a doomed tale.

And how else would this play?
The gods finally had their way
And each went separately to a bay
Jumped into the waves.
Frowned upon by fate
Theirs was a doomed tale.

It's been a time and a half
And I finally understand
The reason you've gone
With the shaman so long.
The spirit is free.
I'm a color
Splintered in three.
Crystalline
Crystal eyes
Well spoken with diction.
Many a words I've spoken
Have been in ode
Romancing you with every breath

In the desert
The door is ajar
We trace the steps of Aztec gods
1/3 becomes 2/4
The sands gleam emerald
Our bodies elongate to equine form
We blended the horizon line

Quetzalcoatl stands before me
Serpent in feathers
Glows like the spectrum all together.

He hands me a seed.
And his
Eyes smother like lightning.
And I
Speak in codexed volition.
And we
Blur the horizon line once more.

I stand on the Pacific
20,000 leagues
Equine force
Carries me to the beach.
Sand once more.

I feel a twitch in my jaw.
Each hand holds a mandible
And pulls.
Roots emerge
And a tree not soon after.

Is this what the seed was for?
I trot the beach,
Jaw no longer in tact.
My pallor flesh caked in coagulate
Almost recreates my tan skin
A gift from the god.

I've been on this beach for miles,
And
Miles
And
Two whiles.
My architecture meanders
The brevity of sanity.
One eye sees black,
The other sees fine.
My hair has become matted
It knots behind each earlobe
And drags on below my knees.

Is this what Quetzalcoatl wanted?
To see me sifted with the grains of sand
In the palm of a child's hand
At the beach
While on vacation
With mom and dad?

20,000 years have passed.