Folds of Plasma

Crowded in Fluidity Reflect the coming misery Likened to that of ice and graves to worship and preserve for the remainder to see and feel the sounds and emotions collected in wide nets by limbless christs 
 in a lake bright with the green of the natural godhead 
 Call to quiver and shake off useless limbs Too careless in folds of plasma 
 The crushing weight of foreverness The yearning of times remaining to be seen Brown rain gently fading into the fullness of sleep