What lies ahead, lay before us.

And before we even knew it,

we thought it wrong. 

We’d drawn the wrong conclusions,

eventually erased by something better.

 

As we spoke ourselves into existence, 

and whispered tales of betterment

into existence. 

What to make of us?

 

Everything twists&turns,

everything winds&whirls

yet I lay flat in a straight line. 

I stand upright and walk in a straight line (mostly).

 

I defy the essence and nature of the Infinite Spiral. 

 

That is my legacy. 

 

That is our legacy. 

 

The Legacy Of The Descendants.

 

(and with those words he left her and descended into the only Earth he had ever known)