The sound that explodes
found with in me
round the corner up the stars
pardon me as I walk out that door
You made me loose touch with the world
and its peoples mindless games
Look up into the same face
Day after day
Two days ago
It was having a look
In some ones soul
At some invisible book
And It saw a picture of me
Surrounded by you
Have to think so much abstractly
Pardon me as I walk across the flames
You made me loose touch with the world
And your mindless games
Don't look the same
Be your self
Grown by one
Into to two
Grown throw one
into flames
Damn I took to much time
Look at me as I burst
Into tears
Like Christians at an execution
Up on that alter
As they throw the stones
Stick the bloodied spear in
In a landscape of never ending murder
Sands made from bones
Air from breath
Dust from life
Ashes to flames
And disbanding seems like
A suffocating definite
To me
So let me hope and stair
As you look
At your self
And rise above the flames
Pardon me
Don't ever sound the same
So there are people who walk
Around us
Into us
Out of us
To make us one
Chaos into Order
Evil under Good
Eternal . . .



Penned by my hand on the 25th of Mayan, in the year 254 AF.