Face down at the bottom of your shallow dream
familiar faces seen and yet I still wonder
will any of the Immortals ever compromise ?
No . . . Our sky remains Their under

So in a timeless question's fading subject
the universal mystery will be pulled from the Earth
the present and future will blend in blood
misplacing my existence - mistaking my worth

With my mortal words sealed within a golden scroll
I presented the awkward gift to Them
taking it all as an act of aggression
another blooming rose is cut from a dying stem . . .