The Agent That Shapes the Desert - Virus

From the basin of time, you have derived

from the lakes you’ve left behind

The boundless celestial season

drags the sands of time

In between your flecks of sparks,

a constellation of departed stars

A day in the life of the agent

One blink of the eye, pre-creation

From the catacombs where our dead rivers run

the constant red glows bright

A thousand arms point to the sun,

the sky picked clean and white

Into the bestial season,

the angry animals are all in sight

Just fiercely rotating, roaring

in between their specks of light

A day in the life of the agent

One blink of the eye, pre-creation

Analyzing eyes howl,

you watch the ashes engulf the sky

Known pulses hits the air,

behind a veil, your breath, you sneer

The radiant tunnels stashed,

now grasp the atmosphere

Washed away towards the tides,

and chased down towards the spine