Architheme

It flows out from inside.
It builds cities and fairy tales.
Reachable from here through a stairway of dust.

But fail to restore.
The themes and rhymes and the frescoes half-lights.
And then smear'em with everlasting paint.

It flows out from inside.
Arising architheme of the Earth.

Nazarene of filthless time.
Spare me your goddamned wonders,
and give us back the day.

Reach out from the weight of the debris of the Earth.
Reaching out from here with more cries,
debris of the arcade of the Earth.

And I stand under the vaults,
and find just the meaning of the end.
As I finally walked the Sorrowful Way.