Spacetime rings upon grounded waters elude
Ghostly weight of fallen skies in gravity of stone
Sunk to rock bottom in a lake burial shrewd
Yet still living in hand from which it was thrown

Raising Life, remembering Heart elision
Joins it all in a One given time
Sunday before noon, Emperor’s green vision
Bench to meet at in our prime

However torn and spread in absence
No good can come of ever wavering
What forever might be is a Nevertense
In collapse reality finds favoring