Injustice between brothers left un-mended, with no chance left to reconcile. Will you forgive me in my memories? For I can?t turn back the hands of time
desire led to the separation from the network of design. Withered and frail, thirsty for life; but I've severed my roots, leaving my vine dying. Isolated
(An unobtrusive observation from the outside, of the steady degradation of blossoming life.) All consumed with fire, raging on the injustice defiling
divine manifestations of rebirth. Another chance to rise and pursue the wisdom of the hand that guides. Extol the power that ?re-grafts the dying vine
Dark skies and I?m drowning in the flood again. Endless affliction sent to torture my soul. Why does this misery follow me? Why can?t I escape this pain
Shifting winds scatter the ashes of perception; subjective, experiential shades of gray. Circumstantial conditions sire contrived reason and rationalized
Beyond the confines of time, the origin and foundation of formulation. The formless face encased in all creation. The embodiment of authentic authority
Barren isolation amongst the closest of friends, longing for contentment and peace. Beaten and confined by an established code of counterintuitive reason
