The Fragile Flower

The Lovely, the fragile Flower, grays and descends.
And so the waterfall rises the hills and the caverns
The Headphones squander over airplane bends.
Loveless angels meet in an old abandoned Tavern.

Anthem is sung aloud by the progressive Juggernauts.
Stephen is trapped in his electronic chair, eternally.
To Those who abdicate the righteousness of Life, I'd rather not.
I have a kindling in my Spirit to be akin to those Who burn internally.

Should some question the Idea of Death as an escape is wrong.
Life is the search for the "Womb Paradise," and only Death gives that without difficulty.
Before the Wall falls, the Machines will decide and it won't be long.
Arabia is the land of Birth, America is the land of Death; New Zealand is the land of Infinity.

Sunshine ponders the subjective identity of Myself.
Essential deeds founded by deathless Ideologies never die.
I believe Burj Khalifa is a wonder of the world, as is Oneself.
The Subterraneans fail to cease the shrinking of the Sky.

We came from the Oceans, and now we dominate them so.
We came from the stars, the Cosmos, shall we now dominate them too?
Would They ever Know what to do, who to meet, where to go?
Oh! if only They had the understanding, the mind; if They only knew. . .