In the storms of the desert, one can lose their soul to the wind

Reach the forest, and pick up its tracks all over again

The imprint of our generation, lost is our veneration

Halt regeneration, commence obtenebration

I’ve been facing these twenty-one years to life

Because we were twenty-one when he and spun and took a knife

It was the shock that killed him, betrayed by the maker

Prayed he’d make ‘er, but was played by the Creator

And in this crater of thought I’m at ground zero

The cradle will drop and vanquish the hero

So I grab the tablet and carve with an elephant tusk

With a relevant lust, with an intelligent thrust

I sculpt an elegant bust of my eloquent trust

I’m in my element thus I must make malevolence dust

I’m a husk a shell in the shadow of his legacy

Lonely soul battles in the chateau in this saga see -

A hundred more men who were like him, bite him

Clutch to the cloth that he dropped beside him, lichen -

Like me who leach of a memory. Remember him

It’s cold in December am I lost of remembering?

He beckons us towards a mystical lost field

I lower my shield and my spirit I yield

I’m ready. Follow my earthly forefather down

Transcendence found six feet underground

The day that he died he said this to me...

I journey down the path that is straight and narrow

I have the armour of a pharaoh, the bow and arrow

My mind emerges with a surge of energy

And the sky separates into a six-way symmetrical synergy

Nine jewels handed down through the smoke of a censer:

The Wisdom of anyone, all of my ancestors

Any language, any tongue, or unspoken intellect

Speaking and Interpretation of any dialect

Mind of a Prophet, Discerning true and unclean

Healing of a shaman, Miracles of the unseen

Knowledge of an architect, Faith of a priest

So my spirit sings, to glorify your masterpiece!

He told me not to pass the mountain path until spring

Receiving regal advice - from a king!

Intertwine myself with the world around me

Your Love surrounds me, I was lost and you found me!

Abounding Days, and the lessons of a billion years

Near this time I confronted a million fears

The layers of my existence grew clearer

Saw seven gears behind ten inconceivable mirrors!

Instance of relief, instant forgiveness shower

How can you explain the human mind blooming like flowers?

Going away, though I’m coming back home

Bringing back my past we have finished this poem

The day that he died he said that to me...