Blank slate shattered
The Cosmic Eye closes to oblivion
Pain of the world begs for patience
And they say you don’t exist
Recursive kingdoms
A shared and single sin
Broke the fold, pierced the unity
Roots remain
The song the angels don’t sing
The whisper –
Not that one, more intimate
A lover not a guide
Lift your voice not your eyes
Both lost, Both fractured
Time is the medicine
We were kind weren’t we?
Foolish to ask if you remember
Misery to have lost you
Were we the last two?
No, roots remain
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