Still alive   all knowing eye   beneath your stream of words   your rapid stream of words   Though none will   ever live to share   the radiant stream   the promised hues   from which your picture fell      Re-seal the components from atom hearts   Revert, non-owner of worlds      As uncommunication becomes the manifest   our alien, architectural skeletons in unison collapse      Death rode these silent caravans   and steered them to the ?(o/a)?im of the world.      Their diaries and withered letters   all devoted to the art of dying      The enterprise, academy   the crafts held in our hands   all devoted to the art of dying      No room to arrange   the final row of masks   drenched in chameleon-ink   for the grand charade   The tongues that burn in you   the slowly altered language   that colonised your heartland   advanced through broken doors      And they still believe in you      They seem to see   so many things   booked in your pestilent eye   Your stale lids, your iris punctured   by tongues licking a lie      The enterprise, wolvenlore   the cursed seed of man   plunged through the tunnels of uncreation   We reach out to move the landmark,   hands seeping down from the chronicles of time   The quill now blunt   the scribe devoured