Folds of Plasma

Crowded in fluidity
Reflect the coming misery
Likened to that of ice and graves

To worship and preserve for the remainder
To see and feel the sounds and emotions
Collected in wide nets by limbless christs

In a lake bright with the green of the natural godhead

Call to quiver and shake off useless limbs
Too careless in folds of plasma
Folds of
Folds of plasma

The crushing weight of foreverness
The yearning of times remaining to be seen
Brown rain gently fading into the fullness of sleep