Rejuvenation: Reconcile

Alone in the greenery
everything is so spaceless
the ghosts in our eyes
feeble and why?
When they are scenery
our persons so placeless
the most of our lies
wither and die.

Plant a rotting seed
and a planet it will feed on
walk away, run out of gas
before we are fuelless
and the oceans will dry up
sharks flopping in our brains
soaking up our fluids
before we are rudeless.

Our start is our end
if our end is our end
if our end is our start
if all of them do not know
that our weakness is untogetherness
and unspacing the spaceless
and unplacing the placeless
and racing the raceless.