anathema - hope

i was not put here by anyone in fear
i came alone as me
just an ideia
in a long chain of discovery
surrounded by the same
you

sometimes your tide pulls me out of the sea and i die in a thrasing curse
sometimes we are kind
more often a dose
so far up the beach that those who try to reach are burt alive in the searing heat of the desert of my dispassion
so far removed i never hear the water
except once or twice a month when i see a mirror

and i refuse to belive in some things that are said to be here, let alone those that are not

i'm trying to change my direction
ours is pathetic
inmy humble estimation

i love the planet
the great benign she-wolf
benefactor
spinning gently on towards the red giant four eons hence
where all rose gardens are consumed in the flashfire of flying time
she'll live alone too