The red king and white queen will be made whole again.
The sun and the moon are ripe fruit, the branch is bending.
Modern day, everything we know is changing. In an endless race. We're still running in place. We can harness all the energy in everything but we cannot set ourselves free.
All that we are will become all that will be. Even now turning into dust. Far from beyond, the unseen everything, rearranging atoms only.