The Golden Age - Artifex Pereo

It’s strange…

It’s no news to you…

No longer delay the truth, I’ve needed to push off for some time

Promise to keep your mind with you and I’ll return your heart

But now it’s time to find out about all with which I’m made

My fragments were scattered across every last shore

Within the efforts to create this now dissolving race

Ages ago we would die to further the whole but we’ve since forgotten our place

Patiently etching glass through scenes that make everyday

Adrift triangular bliss where every side equates

Creatures beneath have never counted a league

Nor have they tracked the sun until it falls asleep

The wind picks up and the water is getting rough, as I tread the angry earth’s

working brain

With each wave comes a chance of being erased

What’s left of me is violently swept to land;

land that I had taken for granted

My pieces were scattered across every last shore when I tried my hand in the

game

(May the waves help carry my sound, and send home love from men who won’t be

found.)

Ages ago I promised I’d return your heart, whole.

But it seems the plans have

changed

(I beg the waves recall when I said, «as long as you live, I’ll live through

you.»)

Accidents aren’t all the same

There are some that make you glad they came