20 Minutes/40 Years

Tendrils Extend from the cloudy black mass They slither and slide through the ones and zeroes Prophecy of collapse unfolds Last grains of sand spiral down the hole Chance has graced me with a gift Grasp at gold before dark descends Sun beats down and panic Reigns In this time of ending Eyes Shut, Feet bare For this journey, I'm unprepared I walk on Sight Renewed Seek New life I seek New life Walk On Seeking her the one I wish to see She wanders the outerlands From the grasp of wolves I will pluck her Twin arteries flow with the pulse Of one mighty heart