The taste of a thousand histories swallows inside.
Crumbling like chalk and Rome.
The feeling of tomorrow, attacks these eyes.
Penetrating only where I allow.
Letting light and life in once again.
Mistakes sit like marbles.
Orbial reminders of evolution.
As once more I sail around your sphere.
The centre, a vast expanse of grey.
Itching for that etching of our love.
To permeate and christen this new world.
What will grow, is only what we sow.
I’ll toil this tundra, chipping at the rock.
Watering on happy tears.
For in the passing of time.
Our empire will climb, up once more to the heavens.
Havoc and Consequence 