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 rim 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
   hooked 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