Noble cause

Looking down the transparent corridors
of your essence
feeding on your crystal veins of self-induced solitude
I redeem my rightful wrongs

Picture us frozen in time
liquid afterthoughts in suspended animation
specters of the past
aligned statuettes bathed in emerald exile

The seismic activity of our inevitability
will grant us a passage in history
a million smothered icicles of inner turbulence
our meager contribution towards a noble cause

the cosmetic fortification of a barren wasteland...