It all began with the last vision
In a fire of smoke
Tearing us by time apart
In a sunrise of Belonging.
It began proclaiming
"I wish to share my hallucinations"
I have come and I've found the other side
A janitor roped in the meddling of time
Patterns on the wall
So far but nearly touching
The impossible wooden structure rising
Yes it is haphazard, so don't think by it
The hallway of animals proclaiming a falling death
And the schedules reconcurring
Recreating our purchase of stagnation.
It began cooly with arms swinging
Singing as time cocked and led me past
The many lives and deaths
Among the Machinery of His Means
Only to resolve time by its' numbers
Until its' numbers count no more
I'll have it then as I've had it before.
It began with cold metal rings of hallucinations
They took it from me
And I proclaimed in destiny driven madness
How at my hands has passed
The Endless Night.
When the wanton rope is heaved
Choking the gut into splinters of dry limbs
The Night is said to end.
But I continued,
The apple in the heart,
Furthered the frustration
Of my breeding
To recognize the end of time.
It began in a bloated bubbling of our nerves
The child by its' three parents
Began to make a fire
On the floor
From the falling cinder.
And everyone went everywhere
I could have taught it
In the hours we have appointed
For the close magic
Which I did not hold strong to.
And after the tunneling below
The shamans of steel
I descended with knowledge of the end.