Wreck & Reference Inverted Soul
His punishment is mine too.
Against my will I took it on.
Where do currents go when riverbeds are shores?
Memories are buried in an immoral mountain.
This is but one inverted soul.
Scratching at the sun, or where it used to be.
Witness normal from a moving car.
The heat surrounds us all, sweat our illusions,
soaking up the dust.
Perturbed the order of a structure.
I am but one inverted soul.
She comes conscious into chaos,
and is more resilient than I,
in the wake of a falling sun.
This illusionary frost stands in summer dreams.
The emptiness is dew drops on dawn leaves.
I am the guided sand,
falling in between two chambers of glass.
