For time and time and time and time

I lay waiting

The Makers came and asked me

If I knew what to do

When the end of me was fixed

I said I fly

Fly to my destiny of the pattern

Now I am falling

The end of me a whole grey light

Burning steady

My destiny a pattern in my mind

My only one

Shapes of grey and brown and green

Are below me

I fly to match my mind to my world

Now I am falling

Tilt forward, tilt left, tilt forward

The grey is there

A burning wonder and joy and love

My only one

But now I am closer I see movement

Around the grey

The rounded colour shapes of Makers

I am falling

And in this moment I know my work

To unmake them

To turn to all the Makers to grey

Light take them

Burn their forms to a shapeless

Pattern of joy

And in this moment I know what I am

I am bomb

Now I am falling

Now I am falling

Now all is grey