ERRA

Motion after motion, the gears of process slow. I've seen the actions of the past conflict with tension. In a weakened state, solitude is found. Abound are those lead blindly without resistance. Alone, in myself, I find solid ground. Deeper into the

This high is all that's left of us. A hallucinogenic conservation that without, I am captious. There is complacency in knowledge and desire in wisdom. They will be found entwined behind the final curtain. Speak over me; body, mind and soul. Lose all

My primordial fears have been recognized as the indignation swells within me. As swiftly as I've been denied, Alpha hails Omega's ending. To recreate would break covenants and leave prophecies unfulfilled, but to hesitate would halt movements and con

I am a spirit divested of human capabilities I am a spirit There are masses alike Hiding in plain sight Open your eyes You can not perceive me Closed off to the senses that exist In your reality There is a ghost in all of us There are many that try t

I've been built up to be destroyed. Betrayed myself and my intuition. Distracted by plagues of common ploys. Weighing heavy with antagonistic intension. Now I am frail. By design, this framework is meant to fail. I'll be buried with the bodies of the

We have let go of this Nature is no longer on our side Fighting with it for so long We eventually wither and die Struggle has become part of our everyday life Digging deeper and deeper into rust Sifting through their ashes The dead have turned to dus

I will reconstruct this machine to withhold its new direction. I want to be numb. I have been destructed, immobilized, buried by our junction. Reconstruct. Overwhelmed by my corrupted life. The bearing I once started has been lost among the animation

In the reflection of the water's stream, I watch the current carry me. Irresolute and indiscriminate, this liquid flux is transcendent. A birth to conquered memories of sentimental quintessence. Learning to let go of oneself converts grievance into l

Children of Anu. A son born of Tiamat and Abzu. His mother's dissected corpse carefully arranged to create the universe. Marduk, patron God of Babylon. Marduk is aging. A city in decline. Anu Impregnates the Earth. Birth seven Gods. Decree their dest

Embraced by the fluidic abyss I adore. Engulfed in beauty that I cannot see. Pressure mounting on its floor. Granulated rock shifts beneath my feet. Accepted as a companion to the creatures, To the creatures of the current. Their fluorescent glow tra

We begin the fall of the Omega generation I'm left gasping for a breath of air in this failing body and fading beauty I reach for what was never there, but I'm still reaching for some reason Teach me to navigate the stars (and use the wind to guide m

Unconscious existence that lingers within, forget your inherent pride. Cling to the concept of perpetual grief and allow yourself to die. Hand over hand, you've made your way down to an altitude of disdain. Without neglect, perseverance became you, a

Interlaced fingers. The locking of hands. Omnipotence entwined with man. Alteration before conception. The pretense to coalescence to form this imperfect plan. Unconsciously bound to one another. Liberated emotions are becoming smothered. Dynamics of

Centuries of terrestrial life force flowing through our fingertips. Spirits of our ancestors guiding our hands. Supernatural entities benevolent and fused with nature, blessing our minds with endearing wisdom and the passion of warriors. A lone stran

Indifferent feelings yield a drain of ambition Take me back to the days when I felt momentum retract the ground from beneath my feet Every step that I took was a long stride toward my destination This is a beautiful dream undeserving to be held in sm

The bright lights strike the gun metal grey. Surrogate stars reflecting off of the shining vessels that carry us through the avenues of these vicious circles. Gun metal grey, and isolation blue. Bright lights, but the darkness sustains. Opening flood

Dreamcatcher - ERRA Nurtured by the spirits of the wilderness The only mother we have left She is the web in the willow hoop like feathers We just hang in the air Open arms to a mother's gift Electric sensations pulsating through our ribs Breathing l

Frostbit fingertips caress the razor's edge. Cold ideals implanting themselves inside my head. Inadvertent gestures given effortlessly by my limbs. Complacency of warmth never sets in. This is an endless winter. One where the air gets thinner. A proc