The apex approaches
A fleeting zenith of our collective creation
Time goes unnoticed
As if like sand through our toes, each grain containing years

And still we tread onwards
Blissfully unaware of our temporal codification

Our paradoxical nature unfurls
Revealing a map of the stars
Together we can reconcile and create a triumvirate
Our manifestations reaching to heaven
A nebulous plane, time is no longer of essence

Synchronistic movemеnts behind the scenеs
Urge us to weave a greater tapestry
We sow the seeds of our very creation
Growing brighter and stronger as they feed

Our seeds they sprout into trees
Our branches ancient and ageless
Our leaves, they feed on our energy
And in return, we feed on them

And still we tread onwards
Blissfully unaware of our temporal codification

As one, we grow
As one, we bloom
In this nebulayer cake