Descendant

Here I come to sleep

This stone, this elegy of the son

And weeping, did sleep as the mountain

Can a page have dreams?

This stone of son and man, weary

Here I came to sleep

Can a word have a child?

The discontent of winter nears

And I weep and dream in the machine

I see steel in your bones, your future

Your hand becomes my alchemy

Here you come to sleep

Carbon will bear witness

Is mankind worth the word of metal?

So weeping, I sleep as the seed

A man is born of a son

And made stone in time

Here we came and slept

And wept in an endless sea