The power of the ages

Is written in stone

Chiseled away

Releasing art held within for millenia

Until the day the sun shines on the interior

And the clouds show their smiles

To all

Take me up like a rollercoaster

Rising on a fire chariot

To the heavens I go

Looking down

I can see the sphere

Leaving behind madness

I pass into the tranquility of uberterra

And cast my blessings upon the clay

Moving like music and

Missing gravity

Language is liquid and thoughts are air

You can’t hold them but they’re always there

Just like God

Or Country

Old men talk as if they can never die

As the chronicler captures their words like pictures painted

Ageless as antiquity

Fluid as lucidity

This is the nature of space

This is the nature of our race

This is the nature of our place

This face

This crime

This war