Distant of all hope
Aphelion
Completion
The chill of death arrives
Yet these wounded orbs
Now see him
Perceive him
Like one who carries life
Infinite oasis flows
From his hands
To dry lands
The thirsty, satisfied
This oculist, son-king, nears
And, reaching
Into me,
Eternity
Comes flooding over me
Mind's programming has cracked
Communichaos now hacked
Buried deep under greed
They didn't know we were seeds
Now
This shell, cleansed of disease
Eyes clear, open to see
No longer forsaken
Awakened to a restoration
