These petal cells induce I to the state of the palm tree that cried
Form trunks of adoration, grown through era’s saplings
Up, into the open realm of infinity
Sealed, reaching on beyond the ceiling of our understanding
Beyond which are known by those divested and realised
The intentions of whom effervesce
This oil lights afar before ignition
Never once inclined
I’m content to be a shadow for things that shine
Once something we did changed everything, although,
In our separation I can still feel you touching me
All die a death deluded, some really live on
Never taking anything literally, we read on
And when I was almost there, I stopped
I don't remember falling asleep, but I’d like to remember waking up
