There comes these points in space and time where something has to happen,
When God calls on the ones like me to make the bonds unfasten,
The solvent to dissolve the glue- to undo the firm adhesion,
While mankind screams in agony as we expose each wound and lesion,
Without this form of torture you would never get to grow,
You'd never get to germinate the seeds you seek to sow,
To cultivate the garden that can tell you what you want to know,
First you have to thaw the frost- you have to melt away the snow,
No decision that was difficult was ever made in comfort's space,
You have to make them burn or bleed and long for some other place,
A sharp and crooked knife threatens to scar their pretty face,
Evoking fondness of the time before the moths came in and chewed away the lace,
Don't think I'm saying there's not value in the fixed and cardinal ways,
They establish the order needed to carry out the passing days,
Oh, misunderstood and mutable, accused of chaos bringing doom,
Will any of you realize Cosmos is who builds your resting tomb?