Wandering aimlessly
We took the only route we knew
The only route in which our souls were partial to
This could mean one of two things, you know
That red lantern makes mention once again
I get the feeling all is okay
A flock of 26 reminds me that
my stage is nothing but a number
Yet stage, I must reiterate
As these chains are numbered
Infinity reigns or better yet it claims
The essence of the memorable
In deeds and fancy footwork
Not in vainful rambles of the underworld
A hierarchy of sorts
In these terms I shall know many terms
You have your friends, as do I
Mine formless, yours still a separate identity
I knew leaving town would make a mark
Yet I also had no choice
Unaware of subtle ripples until
my conscious knocked
Alerted, and since there
has been no other way
So we swim, we hunt
We do what is necessary to survive
We hand our souls over
to their rightful covenant
As we have always forethought
And we carry on fervently
Beseech my shallow temple
and compile all earthy waste
You’ve established roots beyond the sun
And we humbly cry to your stream
Of goodness sans the vile
Empty nest as a pure contest
We birth what is instilled
Known by ancients as utopia
mounted on Olivet’s Hill
Atonement is bliss