True Will - Liturgy

Floating upwards

Lungs filling up with air

As God inhales me

Into the impossible

I wave a sad goodbye

To each newly conquered territory

Nomad hearth

Consuming its own home

The glow of warm joy

Leaving dry form

Carcass ashes

True will

Green life scraped from copper vaults

Silver pins in crippled cartilage

Ballooning substrate of eternity

Without reason’s diamond

Without imagination

True will

Inhalation

Magnet charger

Lightning blaze

Everything that ever was

Slightly changes

Green life scraped from copper vaults

Silver pins in crippled cartilage

Ballooning substrate of eternity

Without reason’s diamond