Still Life Slumbers Here - The Moth Gatherer

The ascension of oceans

A depth charging sun sinks

Explosions below the light

Water reflects the roof of the world

The view is dim and vast

Infinite painful beauty

Rivers of a broken past to cross

In this moment of slow clarity

With a tear in the veil

A place within the earth bleeds through

This universe will collapse onto the sky

Waves of worlds floods the haven of consciousness

The landscape grows barren

Colors turn monochromatic

Age has blessed these roots beneath the earth

Still life slumbers here

Death is the relief they have all been waiting for