Touch of time
The roughest hands
Shoulders like mountains
Running towards
Unyielding power
Abrasive futures
Enclosed in ravines
Black wheel sun
Scream into the abyss
Animal moon
Echoing the undefined
Guilt by definition
Don’t turn your back
Son of contrition
Whitest blankets line your night
Supine flowers bloom beyond
The careless river flows forever
Father, I have lied.