- Cloud Constructor
Life as it seemed to the circling man
As he gazed into discarded land
Was a ride on a carousel of faith
Then he flew away
He travelled far through his worn out mind
Through sorrow and pain, what had he gained?
Still his dreams they could never take away
- Conjuring Collapse
Conclude with error, idiosyncratic deeds
Synthetic habitat
Comprehension. Consciousness. All senses are astray
Infected selfish greed
Unpleasant frame of mind,
reflections of what’s behind
Wisdom breeds fragile minds
- Fountainhead
Crave for no more, nor the self that would
Not even that which always is there
Needy of naught, but to be constrained
From any care and want of a selfish urge
What is needed save strengthened will of man
Fulfillment of all that is latent within
What is to fear, what do they hate?
- Insect
Bliss torn, transition incomplete
As fall entombed their mother sphere
Bent to the sky, artificial eye
Crushed, nature moans, enlightened
Drained was the heart of man
Insects spawning, hybrids crawling
In spinning cluster skies we’re soaring
- Spinning
Inner sense lost in a stream
Another day faking control
Alone, still living an introspective lie
Cut adrift, in constant motion
Roaming never ending oceans
Bleeding poets cry, hands to the sky
Their quest was one of futility