Look through a foggy mist
Behold a shadowy form
Remove your hands
the being is torn
life forged ashes to dust
Small the vastness of it all
Entropy is the only relevancy
Irrelevancies controlling secretly
Convoluted pirouettes, I trip on my own tongue
Footsteps churning like gears in a
machine
Oh the many angles in which to be seen
Iridescence, my face a birds wing
Flutter through the clusters
Hear the saraph as she sings
