Remains

	And when the bough has broken
	Red amber ash of fractal light
	Breaks up to form new gods
	Falling down, falling
	In glazed blue droplets of sound
	And pounding hearts
	Pumping water.
	(And when the bough has broken
	And when the cradle's fallen
	Take what remains
	And build new gods
	To pray we can exist in an ocean abyss
	What else is there?
	What else is there?)