Spatial comprisal, o’er horizon line cascade
Cosmos far flung on canvas uncontained
A currency by graces design given free
So orders mortal steps venture to eternity
Coursing within this rift, a spirit tethers others
Ancestral roots parade a struggle between brothers
A line dividing, is scrawled along the sand
All dream to reach and hold for each
Eon’s Tide will ne’er subside
For neither will the heart of man
