20 Minutes/40 Years

Tendrils extend from the cloudy black mass*

They slither and slide through the ones and zeroes
Prophecy of collapse unfolds
Last grain of sand spirals down the hole

Chance has graced me with a gift
Grasp at gold before the dark descends
Sun beats down and panic reigns
In this time of endings

Eyes are shut, feet are bare
For this journey I'm unprepared

I walk on
Sight renewed
Seek new life
I seek new life
Walk on

Seeking her, the one I wish to see
She wanders the outer lands
From the grasp of wolves I will pluck her

Twin arteries flow with the pulse of one mighty heart