Celestially Aligned
Son of the sun
sandtrails of my palm
Soothsayer to the implicit cries of my womb cupped unborn
Solitude has claimed your living soul
still pulsating
Postured blue-river red soil reflection
of my unflesh illusory material garden
Save us
another death to console one another
Disappear into me
Save face for the youths of the aeon
and live on
in my embrace of servitude
Come back to me
