As the day gave way to nautical twilight,
I turned my back on the force of which I am made.
I abandoned it,
rupturing a delicate balance when I left my world
for years.
Day after day,
as my city fades and is swallowed by his seal
and shame,
I found letters even breaking on the beach.
Every alchemist
knows fusion and fission can unify or drive a force to split.
He has been possessed to drink of the
spices from the east by his liquid mistress,
which then pushed me into the lair of uranium.
She divides time between greed and his twin tyranny.
Day after day,
cities are betrayed.
At the earth, these songs lay their blame.
She
is boundless,
but by them she
has been framed.
As the
night gives way
to nautical dawn,
I can see I must activate the force of which
I am made.