Falls of the Earth

I stare at these hands with greed-ravaged skin
Tantalus rests amongst the wisdom of his torment
Like the strange citizens of a world that pushed us away
We own nothing but every word that slaved us
But the suffering of a proceeding embodiment

Volcanoes of light
We breed in expectations
Madness of equity
A subtle teleology

I once dreamt the turmoil of a somber mouth
Altering its sources into an autopoietic destiny

Volcanoes of light
We breed in expectations
Madness of еquity
A subtle teleology

What's thе purpose of purposes
When falls of the earth are meant to be?
What's the meaning of all meanings
If the being's only fulfilled in death?
From the original abiogenetic misery
To the ocean carousel of timeless suns
There is nothing but accursed winds
To echo those ephemeral muffled laments