Crowded in Fluidity
Reflect the coming misery
Likened to that of ice and graves
to worship and preserve for the remainder
to see and feel the sounds and emotions
collected in wide nets by limbless christs

in a lake bright with the green of the natural godhead

Call to quiver and shake off useless limbs
Too careless in folds of plasma

The crushing weight of foreverness
The yearning of times remaining to be seen
Brown rain gently fading into the fullness of sleep

Like the breeze off the necks of the dead
With their bloodless veins full of those ghosts

The souls of the found one
Shall float on its own dilution
Away from the lightless regions

As the fury of time embarks on its release
To spread this desire of self outward
Air to lung, lung to grave, again and again

Feeling the passing and seeing with hindsight
To balk at the years of non-life and wish to see
Those possibilities fulfilled.

Prayers to be of the other side
Yet retain the self as such,
Clouded faded signs of remembrance
Gently pausing to count the days past

Living still with the wrongness at hand
With an eye on sin
Christen this life as lived

Too bright to be?
The former judgement of space
Strangled freedom has no place in this life
Be it granted physical or mental
In a passage of pain
This crowning shall push the usage back

Be it granted physical or mental
In a passage of pain
Hiding without reason
And leaving without either

A mass for the strangled
Without the redness of a putrid forgiveness
The lakes flood out of understanding
Of quieter times

With the eyes of the dead sloth
And the piles of burned bears
Trading their likeness
For the betrayal of this suffering bloodline

The magnitude of sanctity
Shouldn't betray these moments of thought
Counting back
One still finds the faces little changed

To brighten this sinking wisdom
In flights of yearning

Like the sapphire
Undiscovered as a life source

The sound envelopes
Destroy and create
In a wicked mimicry
Of the one called man.

Messengers of light
Lame their followers with words
Of unforgiving merciless stress
Claim distinction for glowing
Challenge the unblinking eye
Tears streaming forth
In disgust patterns

Shout back through time
To speak a withered idea
In a withered language
Just to finish

Force a word to be more
Until the tongue leaks poison

The elk moans
Bending under the weight of cells
Years before the passing
Of demonic wealth

The leaves wail the sadness of
Those stricken silent

To be of the growth and of the end
To be of the growth and of the end

Solid be the fragments of heart
And its continued diminishment
Judged and remembered time and again
As one to underestimate and ever feel
Time's cold push cannot disintegrate
Such longing and such regret

Treeform coagulate
Clouds and foam cover the stones
And sharpen the likeness of water
Til ice mimic animal

To purport on jealousy
In the heart of insanity
Or the thickness of juniper ash

Lands shall blend with lifestorms
Of resistant strains

Memory clouds benefit
Those suffering in patterns

To whimper in the eyes of respect and scrutiny
A scoff and a glance
Shattering the gospel before