They say time; space is flowing, never changing, consistent, powerful, yet empty
Why art thou intangible, yet the power that controls our destiny our life completely?
Imagine him focusing his troubles, sins, power and love
Intensified only by the by that white stark flying above
This is where he belongs: His life is full: as the sands caress both feet
He opens his palms towards the water of life, of-death, where the sun and moon meet
Change-conventionalized and conceptualized through this
That which is warm, cold, clear, cloudy, covered in mist
The contents of which are as treacherous, not as the snake that will reside
But the incorruptible innocence hidden from our worlds material expansion and pride
He knows her curves, her crevasses, her darkness, her incompatibility,
her bliss, her weakness, her charm, her grace, her inescapability:
That which is gorgeous through the eyes of many
That known as the O-Gee-Chee
