Change is a dirty word to some
But our angular alignment cannot come
Until we are part of the sum
Of the Angel (angle) of the One
And until our voice is sprung.
We cannot tell a lie
It will always say goodbye
To the elemental cry
That if we seed, we die.
But that elemental cry
Is not about saying goodbye
It is about spying the lie
In the instrumental cry-
We will never say goodbye.
Change is a good ally.