Final Form - The Machine in the Garden

Final FormWhere sky greets fire

And time clings to the mind

Self illusions flickering images

Shadows of pantomime

Gestures of a forgotten age

Creation from wisdom failed

Reflections draw near

Grasping at the formless

Dreams speak gibberish

Thoughts stutter and slur

Mind rambles on aimlessly

Drifting by desire

Depth of binding nightmare

Lifted from time and space

A fragile attempt

Night circles and falls inside

Burning in the eyes

Placidity encloses

Into final form