decadence circuitry weaves it’s sleeves amongst trees
Dismantling looms and nature planting seeds
That never could feed the cult of a Horned strung moon
Symphony’s that can’t Raise you to a mountain
To see the lyre make the most of many
a Scripted and open printed letters and ordinances
found within the harmonising sea waves
Lost amongst the Graphs and timeline.
As we place the long nights weight on the civilisation below
atop of a mind that grew from trees from which we draw Breathe
Was the beginning of the end For this imperious world
When we sailed the first rafts tied with twine
searching for Lost library’s.
As curious nature rebuilds itself as quickly
As we wrap ourselves inside a wired cage
that rusts around the apple bound
Books of calligraphers Enlightenment.