The names carried on the wind To lives they have not touched No contact evermore from beyond the ever closed door Yet their stories are still told Fond memories spoken of
Where once was a warm summer now a strange empty coldness and grief Constant days in the sun replaced with endless night Meaning replaced with hollow and despondent thoughts
this is a mad thought inspired by my heroes The universe is like a body And we and all living things are like atoms in that body. The galaxies are like vast living cells
The sun defused on glass The ripples around a whirlpool The static on the TV screen The senses switching on and off DNA and RNA recoiling Alpha state and awake Birth and death Satori
