Wane and Waxing.

The slumbers of the estuary.
Restless flames of a red flesh ocean.
Dirt, blood, and water mix deep in thee...
For this my soul is set in motion.

Wax and wane.
Rise, fall.
Come phases of a sorrowful soul.
Nothing works.
Everything failing...
Their thoughts are empty, and their burden whole.

To feel, to taste, to touch, to love...
Finding the balance between body and mind.
These secrets hide in identical brothers...
Life and Death, and their father, Time.

Workings of an rotting six-footer,
Deep beyond the dark stenches of the grave...
And young as well, who dwelleth down under,
Will heed my message upon this page.

Find yourself.
Discover your purpose.
Take in the beauty that sleeps in your wake.
Cherish suffering.
But stray from depression.
Unfurl Time's sheets, for Happiness' sake.