Postlapsaria - Saetia

Petals blown from closed hands, by quiet breath

Reason defines us, beauty carries us, recognition makes us

Every thread well placed, every aperture leaks

Dream of the coming on, fail to realize

We cannot carry that which we cannot acquire

Oh we have lost what we longed for

The feeling in my arms, my embrace

That which you have dropped

This canon is complete

We need this

Touch me deeply as you once had

And I will not soon forget it

We speak in riddles to deny the past

To love the present, to prepare the future

Beyond that which we have more of

I have seen an old glimmer

It’s starry eyes for empty skies, I tell you

I shudder so hard to find

An embrace so hard to maintain

I sweat pictures, words

Hours of days gone

Once buried

And the corpses now warm to the touch (to the touch)

(warm) (to the touch)

I am the horizon

I have dreamt of my eyes tracing rings around this world

My arms are stretched to forever

My fingers shake with the fear of control

The fear I know you all know so well

We all lay claim to our destinies yet we all rise and fall with the current.