Nothing but light emerged from the depths.
Sprites arose with care, but anyone could die
Endeavouring the obsidian lagoon.
We chased the esoteric token of the Sacred Scripture,
And scaled the façades of our youth.
The kin of tramps;
Trapped in a vicious cycle for millennia.
Akin to the Knight of Cups,
Black lightning sets over the earliest of affairs.
The handsome frame of a man like the sun is staggering.
I see Orion,
Hear rain whistling from a neon sky;
Spinning gold from a lifeline of stars.
I call out for guidance, pacing everything to the end of time,
But I’m falling.
Until everything is angel dust,
And unconditional love
Is all we’re comprised of.