You look back…
You look for…
The time
Underneath the
Writing desk
And find smoke
Spiraling out of
The rifer…
Satanic Verses…
Time stoned,
Tugs at your
Soul and your
Heart bleeds…
Memories crush out
Crash in
Get jumbled
And you walk
Closer towards death
And strike the rewind button…
The song plays
The sun rises
Nothing had been
Over, ever
And
Yet
As if, births and deaths
Were immaterial
You look into
The roots of
Creation and find
A ticking heart
Pumping blood into
The veins of civilization
That destroys itself
Before and after
Renewals!
