Synapses Of Tragedy And Strung Need

Symbols of the world.

Beacons in the snow.

Carved from great oak.

Every seed we built out of clay,

to build a clay man to burn.

The story isn't over, it can't be.

We are bridging the gap between

two realities. The silence of others.

The world is on the edge of a brink.

Tomorrows so close to the age of technology; it shakes.

Half of me smiles, the other hides a frown.

There are those who say "Never!".

They gave up at the slightest hint of danger.

It's never too late. To turn the page.