a cosmic pulse goes out from you
like a sunspot on my mind
stirring and interfering with myself
and the ways I live and die

veering down an antique canyon
searching through rubble and pictures
for you, thru you, i come to them
regret rains down like foam

a testament to eternality
and the permanence of love
families go on, friends are gone
when the strings of you unwind

the gordian knot of grief, it shivers
resonates itself through space and time
the 7th dimension of too much hurt
revolves in time with Yamantaka