Another day felt as if it was the last

The concrete asphault steaming beneath

The seams and soles crushing into the black

Sounds of hush parade through like absent echoes

And all I see is another... another...

Opinions and loud thoughts shower the earth

Penetrating its epidermis as the furnace steams

Personified ground swells and the hell that once was

Still is and it will forever be but only once... once...

Can we see through the ends of our visions?

Ends that are finite through the looking glass of the great nurturer 

But infinite in its effects until the last of our days.