Your heart’s beating inside the hourglass
Orbiting your soul system it comes to pass
Begging for a new season to amass
Alas, white shadows still lasts–shrinking
But the earth is now drinking and the silver shifts to brass
Your heart’s still beating in the hourglass.

Frozen ripples cracking in the glade
Blades so fine in between
Solemn metals clashing in the field
Yields of time in between
Broken rattles gatling in the cold
Molds to mind in between

Forest branching silhouette
Like teaming black veins on a reddening sunset
Blizzard shedding winter haze
Like dreaming white reins on a deadening snow case
Desert breathing nomad storm
Like screaming brown banes on a withering lifeform
Ocean feeding vapor-skies
Like steaming green lanes on a bottoming sunrise

As the new dawn goes we sprinkle the seeds of unbound rascality
The calamity of the bygone drive-by solitude
For the youth that sows we sink our deeds in offshore synchronicity
The simplest treaty of the offbeat blastoff attitude
As the new dawn goes. As our yesters close. As first ...

So it is finished.
This time, this year, these lights we kindle.
As the season gathers comfort and rejuvenation
In a world uncertain, but beautiful, still we kindle.
As the darkness stills and the winds cradle
Dressed upon these lights, these years we kindle.
As the heart wishes what to ...

Predicating Xerkes of Xanitorium
Sleeping forever within your crematorium
Allseeing in a vacuum watching
Blessmade by mindframed swatching
Your pets are dancing in the flying blaze of Babylon
Inside Caurcassus stands Mnemnon in a bloodied pantalon
Predicating respite of knowledge behind columns of moratorium
Predicating Xerxes of Xanitorium

The final revelation is revealed.
Found by heart, fouled by tears
The worst fears come before the dawn
Past shadows, future days
A last erase of that collapsing embrace
The blood is beat, the sighs depart
Alas, my heart celebrates its way out

Time.

It does not come in an even lap.
It comes wearing the everfacing mask.
Dead light searching, seeking that hope.
It is gone graving the everfading mote.
Can you see the black fog before the red freeze?
They are neither free from the primordial bead…

…Time…

…now, always and ...

Once you see it, don’t turn back. The seals of yours approval is bleeding through your isolation.
Once you hear it, don’t turn off. The bells of yours improval is screaming through your insulation.
Once you feel it, don’t turn numb. The strokes of yours instinctual is ...

As the new dawn goes we sprinkle the seeds of unbound rascality
The calamity of the bygone drive-by solitude
For the youth that sows we sink our deeds in offshore synchronicity
The simplest treaty of the offbeat blastoff attitude
As the new dawn goes. As our yesters close. As first ...