The morning broke in eerie silence
The ground beneath us cracked and dry
Too self-absorbed to even notice
The cracks that formed up in the sky

Twisting
Turning
Freezing
Burning
Tearing
Fusing
Lucid
Confusing
Forceful rejection
Open reception
Dreaming and waking
The process is taking too long

Take what we need at our convenience
Another quick means to an end
Too busy thinking of excuses
For a practice we cannot defend

Collapsing under its own weight
The sky burns out
As we kiss oblivion
Upon its toothy mouth