Handle-Rest
It is that I'm not there.
That this was never heard.
Its structure
Insignificant.
Its language
Indecipherable.
Its existence
Unknown.
But if for that presence of life,
Which need not thought to live,
That fate,
That will,
Carried on years of light...
Tonight.
Tonight.
Tonight.
With the stench of dirt and grain
and blood and sweat.
They
Them
We
Emanate a sweltering energy.
Like veins of magma
Carving through glowing stone.
We are not alone.
We are not alone.
We are not alone.
