This ephemeral song

What we see

is fundamentally different

to what we are

for we are all

essences of creation

How the emergence of chaos

intercepts the fragrance of life

and thus the shadows of interception

close in upon the seedlings of life

When once there was sterile solitude

there now breathes

an abundance of plenty

and yet with plenty

there comes a confusion of atrocities

for chaos births confusion

and confusion births different paths

The feathers from the archangel of brevity

fall upon these paths of existence

to give a singular mortality of time

to those who offer their love

for time is but a moment

is nothing but a moment, of chaos

until if we offer our love

and then this moment

this ephemeral song

is now