his punishment is mine too
against my will i took it on
where do currents go when riverbeds are shores
memories are buried in an immoral mountain
this is but one inverted soul
scratching at the sun or where it used to be
witness normal from a moving car
the heat surrounds us all, sweat our illusions
soaking up the dust
perturbed the order of a structure
i am but one inverted soul
she comes conscious into chaos
and is more resilient than i
in the wake of a falling sun
this illusionary frost stands in summer dreams
the emptiness is dew drops on dawn leaves
i am the guided sand
falling in between two chambers of gla**