your soul the universe

is not dead

without doubt

shamed, defaced

whitened, painted

yet all awaits

a communion of saints

and you seek change

a tool technology was only

to master the rock

now the rock invites

and you shifting shade

in nine moons

ranged the fauna

but where do tools lead now

past life per se life

grow the soul

cut the angles

to meet every symbol

with whatever are

ego and whatnot