The Dialectic - Titán

We stand watching the world go by,

And calm dustings of men march on

Rallied by the timing’s cry,

To leave again their quiet homes

We stand watching the world collapse,

As sound and sight now both decay

Lives and logic set time in pass,

The future fallen find death today

When sight is lost, in place is sound,

We can still see from above

Can still hear the roamers crash around

The warrior stripping flesh from the dove

The veil is lifted while the roar dies off, and quiet dustings of men march on