It’s the word that was spoken
Before I was sent
To a world collapsing
Under it’s own colorless night

We look with our eyes
And see failure
An abandoned outhouse
A crime spree
Suspicion and
Self destruction
Egos ablaze
And rampant consumption
Of her beautiful form
Of her body
Of earth
And water

But these aren’t the words

And this isn’t the book

There’s no stairway to heaven
Only a stairway
To here

So go forth
But not with your eyes
Just give them your heart
And every color within it
And I’ll give you my word
And my word is

Love