Set The Future Alight (there's a poetic death in it for you)

You are my favorite memory

A lane laid lengthwise along

The thoroughfare of my once

Imagined future – follow the

Lens as it lights on the end of

This abandoned boulevard

Where the cobblestone ends

Brambles beckon, a black and white

Beauty who calls with quiet kisses

A blazing world awaits, clothed in

Granite and given to seclusion

The path is your impressionist desire-

Transcendental, Empire builders make

Their marks, inasmuch as they are me,

Myself, I-

Along the glas cau, that green hollow

Now painted gray, runs my river

Once burgeoning and brimming,

A trickling, fickling, winnowing,

Flow, ancient, aged and

Weeping over round rocks, humbled

With the years of warbling, bubbling,

Breathing, living energy now cold-

The world, this World as it once was;

The lone oak at the confluence, calls

Out statuesque, a monument to monuments,

A stark reminder, as if set in stone, and

There, drawn from its heart, a cut so deep

Where life dripped thick and black, only

Left now on the wind, evaporated aspiration

These words-

“Take this…You shall wear it when you find Eden,

And when you return, I shall be your Eve.

Together we will live forever.”

-Silence is my disease…

Only the ocean waits...

Lucy

Clint Mansell/The Fountain Sndtrk 'Work'