When the moment sours

When it sours
Those golden drapes are cotton and dye
The chest and the throne are just wood
Paintings are dried goop
Various devices are plastic and electrons
You can hear more cars driving in the distance
More cars as always
More steel grinding on iron and more carbon burning

My heaven

It will be like the wild

And my full vigour will be returned

I will live on the forest dirt with nothing

And I will see God in the foxes and in raw flashes