Light of Unknown Rooms

Frolic-chosen guise, ever-present spies
Some have chosen wise, some have chosen lies
Street accomplice dies, fleet accomplish sighs
Stream a bed of whys, dream of molten eyes
Dream of molten eyes

Fairly cutting squares, barely even there
Maul for whim and dare, crawl for equal share
Heaven, folding, flares; Helios has spares
Eight are golden layers, none of them we'll spare
None of them we'll spare

Sublime and blissful rune, incubus in bloom
Gild the pauper's tomb, harvested too soon
His progeny are loons, light of unknown rooms
His progeny are mars, sound from unseen jars
Bound for endless stars

Cry as nature ebbs, scratch for her last dregs
Die as God intends, bowed and lacking friends
A sound that rarely ends, a wave they rarely send
In sand we can pretend, the land is rife to mend
In sand we can evade, the bed of nails we've made
In sand we can escape, the urge to smash and break

Laces in the crowd, faces in the clouds
Half of them have holes. None of them have souls
None of them have souls



Credits
Writer(s): Frank Dipietro
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