Matrix
Where snow capped mountains
Shed their old skins
And passes on life to the new;
Where the ravens sing
The song of death
Where doom vanishes
In the ambiance
And secures the sky;
Where ocean pays homage
By touching the bottom
Where waves lap up
The sands of freedom
And erase old foot paws;
Where stillness of the night
Wreathes in pain
Where emptiness of the sky
Laughs with joyous rapture
And breaks the bonds of shadow;
Where silence stifles
The greater voice
Where hands reach out
To the universe
And claim the earth in hollow.
Hour 12