Messiah

Messiah comes, spins on silver beach, revolver
eyes none he has one hand ready to deliver
soul another blackened mother broken other
to six below

says transcendence is inevitable
though knowing time's regrettable

passes by
creeping sky
big hand chasing smaller

cherish waste
transparent face
melting moments water

messianic dream now separate into fundamental parts
become one with none
move backwards brushstrokes seemingly frozen
beginning, ending, begin again - maintain dysfunctionality of time.