Decay and new Beginnings

[Now true to our nature we discover, true to our form we see,

In distance, rising visions, slowly breaking free.

Dawn in springtime living, falling dead of time.

Perception growing widely. The dialogues of space and life.

From one form springs another. Birthing breath and name.

A border, misconceptualized. It's the life of death

Not the end of life. …]

Excerpt from The Life Of Death