Evermore is the fallen reality, into the sanctions that anticipate the blankness of the consciousness that doesn't thread its own fate or destiny. It is but a wonder, as we watch the world flounder by in its inexcusable pursuit for the lasting touch.
Catching the phrases as though it is a kind of dance, they tumble with intricate and profuse amounts of world spells - they entangle and thrust into the intangible.
The infinity knot is undone.
The clouds break away their path of phoenixes and dragons, the rain shines through multitudes of colours. The fallen horns of nature touch the ground with its fire. Now there is light for the colours that will bloom.
Life lifts away into the sky - and its embers ebb into the next life that awaits Poseidon's touch.