Crescent Mirror - Minsk

Chaos mirroring the eye of eternity

As surely as the tightening grip of singularity

From the disgrace of life’s mundanity

The purveyors of immaculate imperfection

We the purveyors of immaculate insurrection

We will float through the fog like specters in time

Skirting life’s lines staring hope in the eye

Take shelter from martyrs' eyes for it is told in fallen skies

Luminous haze consumes our days

Brought to the face of time

Consumed with flames consumed by blame

In dreams we forgave there at the end of our days

Passing shadows passing time in excess my dreams lie

From where am I child

To what should I pretend?

As a child I spoke as a child

To speak now as other than a child

To that I shall pretend