Steady and patient,
flowing like the river,
we were drifting.
Awoke amidst of
the coldest days of autumn,
The forces behind us orchestrate.
The forces, they bind us,
construct our fates.
Decay fortifies us.
Precise, always like clockwork.
Our wings are almost mended now.
You knew what I was about to do.
You know me better.
I am Enkidu.
Distance leaves me spanning to despair.
A second away, yet you let me.
Let me bear it all.
You see through the conniptions.
You remind me of prescriptions.
All I see are distant lights in
towns and cities that are fighting
over non-existent immunities.
The forces behind us, they orchestrate.
The forces, they bind us, construct our fates.
Decay fortifies us, filling out the strays.
Precise, always like clockwork in the tower.
Our wings are almost mended
now that we know how it goes.