One

The ground whispers promises from an unbound time,

the water flows through thy worldly spine.

When one becomes none and the wizard laughs,

the none is bound in a timeless path, only to be remembered by those who were last.

Bound and unbound in one single blast

the world spins and flows apart.

As one is none and none is one, the only one can breath at last.

© 2014 Joakim Andersson