Oh the impermanence of the cosmic spine
that collapses and leaves me wanting.
I cast shadows in my bloodline.
Calliope calls and I cannot divine
her answers from my haunting—
Oh the impermanence of the cosmic spine.
Here hallowed, here holed in the pine.
Were I dead, yet hear the chorus chanting.
I cast shadows in my bloodline.
I lay the heart rot, I play my life supine.
My dreams are rudderless and daunting.
Oh the impermanence of the cosmic spine.
I cannot retaliate against the immeasurable incline
of the unsung selves ever-taunting.
I cast shadows in my bloodline.
I am violated into storied line—
where I know the complexity of distance mounting.
Oh the impermanence of the cosmic spine.
I cast shadows in my bloodline.
