The Messenger, Infinite

This day has a reason,
remember it with all your might
Through the dream and waking world,
a messenger is infinite

Numbers and digits
carved into the foreheads of
Everyone that we know,
I am blind to this design, to this design

This day has a reason,
remember it with all your might
Through the dream and waking world,
a messenger is infinite

My eyes are hundreds
of millions of miles long
Weaving intricately
and urgently

Light is bent to break,
for optic’s sake,
our fragile memory banks
Until its beauty recreates

Light is bent to break,
for optic’s sake,
our fragile memory banks
Until its beauty recreates

This day has a reason,
remember it with all your might
Through the dream and waking world,
a messenger is infinite

This day has a reason,
remember it with all your might
Through the dream and waking world,
a messenger is infinite