Nomo

 As I am the condor above you 

The sand beneath your feet   

Souls of the desert reign true 

In the blandness of retreat 

 

The nightfall is gathering, set to take its course 

The riding inevitability, in a way without remorse 

 

Mija, this is not so pressing—  

& it cannot be the end— 

Where fires within are burning  

I know that you will rise again  

 

Alguien que lo dicen, este es final  

Pero, el amistad que tenemos es totalidad  

 

There is an expression I remember  

Against the hotness of the sun  

Affixed against the glimmering ocean;  

Our best days are yet to come. 

 

Hang tough dog fighter,

The woodlands of memory await

Calming to the core I can remember

a place beyond this hate

 

hold strong sailor,

navigate out the sea

the waves might rise to meet us

while in our hearts we’re free.

 

Be still warrior,

The path is not yet clear

Many roads fork and converge

That lead beyond this fear

 

Hold your head up human

The day is not yet done

factions of unknown bravery

have still not been won  

 

calm your thoughts being,

this world is not complete

there is so much left to do

there’s a fate we’ve got to meet

5, 6, 7, 8

 

It looms as a horizon I can never trespass.

A wake with no ship

That ripples between what is and isn’t

Struggling to have agency over something one cannot control

 

It runs like tireless horses

That rear up swiping their hooves

In one sense will trample you senseless

And in another, key to future salvation

 

I have wondered forever it seems

On visions of conquest and empire

And how those curses have befallen

Greater men than myself.

 

to see now the awakening æsthetic

is nothing more than contamination within my landscape

as a cancer within my soul

that causes the wilderness within to spread.