An endless harvest colours the horizon   Clutching soil like silver   Void streams flow through      Roads lead to anger   Where rusted salvage anchors   There's no grace like in these heirlooms   Just exhaustion like water      Even only circles for years   The cruel sea claim vainglorious seeds      Shades of loss saturate   Tones of sin celebrate      Black flowers for miles   Cracked fields of dust   But I trust in the coming rains      Out of harm's way