The ancient ones awake at twilight,
we walk the earth in fresh skin.
So many discarded
time-space personalities,
finally,
we’re all together
for the first time since
Eternity.
The children play with their
toys of war;
let them learn while they’re young.
We have our own space
ascending the
holy mountain,
we know this snake skin will only last,
a little while.
The bacteria in full bloom corrupts
the spherical cell,
floating and spinning through the aether,
breaking through the wall and
consuming the life-giving minerals
within.
Soon the white cell comes to clean up,
let’s dance inside this mystery until
Then.
