The spirits that lend strength are invisible

The grand earth
knows not
of time passing

Not of movement of matter

Great watcher understands
the ethereal state of nature

The perception of bodies
that collect and land fruitless

Skin that rots and decays

Gradients of long forgotten coffee stains

Unknowing of
the nectar within

Unknowing of
the souls that have been
blasted into asylum

Abysmally vanished

Star dust collected

Distributed by wind and witchcraft

Stretched like contorted face
trying to speak

Telling me,

I use to live here

I have created something
grander than myself

If you believe
I will give you my strength

For the upcoming trails
you do not yet know
are coming to you

You do not know
the deaths
you will experience

You are unaware
of the birth you will endure

If you believe
I will carry you

Like the wind
Like the witchcraft

Like the herald of mystic information

I will never forget your face

I surmise you and your casket
lend chaos and grace
to being that lives to
embrace their comrades

Those that choose
to fall into nothingness

Fall into the reaches
of the known and unknown
elliptical patterns

I have forgotten your worldly figure
No bones of Christ will be unearthed

For your bespoke breath is invisible

But the strength you give

The strength you give

Is so very
powerful