a whisper

a pathology of many faces

so that each of us cannot be understood

a disease of having two hands

so that we can be easily predicted

with the rupturing of the soil

comes the clouding of the sky

the Water Bringer

colluding with a storm god

the era contains Floods

the Sun will not change

the Moon will begin to

where the rain cleanses

deserts form

where it collects

new life, in its fervent brutality

dreams still of the ocean from the

beginning

longs still for the stories of

advancement

truth initializes power

lying consolidates it, maintains it

and the misguided will prosper

as light is hidden beneath their waste

a prognosis of the faceless

so that we finally understand

a diagnoses of infinite hands

so that a future contains the Will