They cut us in half with comets and lava

Seven billion brains thought nothing of it

Our connective tissue continued mutating

As one beneath the wreckage, we festered

Linked like a mighty ghost limb to its host,

I felt the sunniest parts of you die all alone

You became a dead thing which breathes

I grew forgotten; the forest field, un-plundered

The days and years have both been long

The tides have teased me at distance

That harvest moon has no insight to offer

Only waste awaits where we waited,

yet I insist ...