The Unconditional Burn

Yet​‍​‌‍​‍‌​‍​‌‍​‍‌ observe the depths of my infatuation, it is a madness of the deepest true,

Although you have made wounds in my fertile land, i am still here for you.

I am not allowing the huge abyss to totally overpower your tired feet,

I am holding the terror which is coming from inside, and I am helping you to be calm and retreat.

I am getting the dew from hard stones to satisfy your thirsty demand,

I am making the new bright gold from the sun to satisfy your thirsty hand.

In the same way as tallow surrounds the wick and melts, i am giving you whom I burn to sight,

My body becomes less, the smoke is dense, i am burning myself so that there will be light.

But listen to the reality that the stars are telling, nature’s law of lung and tree,

I am an eternal, free walker, alone, but you are depending on me.

The coins that you have made of silver have lungs of lead, they are not able to make a sigh,

Your gold is cold, is a dead metal, it does not drink from founts that are dry.

No machine can teach the seed to become awake, no circuit can make a flower to become a tree,

And when the last wing will be broken, your kingdom will cease to see.

The dying of the bee’s silence will be the sound of the fall of your empire will knell,

Because you can never live without me, however, but i will heal and ​‍​‌‍​‍‌​‍​‌‍​‍‌dwell.