Forever

I am the chaos I am the song I am the reverberation portentous, specious and tiresomely overlong I am the creation I am the spring Deadening quiet trees Gardening souls through corrupted space I am the hours I am the chill Forfeiting drawn, crushed evenings To fold an encouraging breath Around my chaos I am the solitude I am the urn Into which fastidious comcerns Are continually poured Evolving into resurrected dreams I am the blessed I am the scorned From conspiratorial valleys Of pastures worn that breed and give hope to all With a dew-drop melody I prolong I am the life the obstacle chaos breeds And the eternal song I am the sin I am the hollow an enveloping clarion of tainted vice Preaching an undisclosed epitaph that communion binds For I am the truth And I will perpetually unwind.