Bury The Ill Flock

Absolutely vanished
The entire world dematerialized under a black wind’s final faded stripe through
the atmosphere
Vanished before the last ripples of hydrogen gave up on finding oxygen
Astral clapped into darkness as light bent perfectly
Consciousness shifted with ninety degrees of separation and truth has been
relocated in sacred knowledge nicked away between the pyramids and stars
Grid to grid burying the ill flock
Time moves at strange angles
Upward then ninety degrees to rightward as if we have freed ourselves from the
time and movement
So fluent so opportune to bury the ill flock
Goodbye to everyday