White Sun
Eyes open
Light flies into my peripheral
Blurred sand falls through my hands
A warmth I never thought I'd feel again
Focus
This place, it feels tangible
Balance, upright, atrophy
Shake off the rigor, keep your mind inside your skull and breathe
Exhale
Turn round, face front
Whisps calling to and fro (Back and forth)
A trick on the eyes? (No...)
Dissolution plagues my senses
Rewind (Take. Me. Back. Where)
I could not see
No more games, I'm so weak
Let me fall forever
Rewind (Take. Me. Back. Where)
I could not feel
The Dive was a way out
Cold, easy
Calculated!
Keep my identity
That person has long since gone
The universe won't shed a tear
No hearts will bend, no strings will snap
Fruitless sight yields no pull
The forest begs "water"
Roots dried
This cistern shows its wear
My tearing will not cease
Seamless to patch the rifts
The basin is leaking, levee bound
The flood begets The Flood
Did someone shape my advent?
Was I sent by liars, called by wretches?
Is there a scope I'm blind to?
Or a fate I'm bound to?
No trick on the eyes
The ground shares a luster
Questions oust my doubts
Affronted by a radiant depiction
Am I formed by a joke?
Or ever-bent to mockery's cackle?
It must have another intent
Have I been given a map?
Is this knot worth unraveling?
Is this not worth the reverie?
I feel the gaze of The Seven
I am cornered in their circle
The ground shakes from their revelry
The laughter splits my ears, quaking in my skull
Low light reflects on my own dimming
Red eyes
Can't drown out the call from the Black Void
Dead eyes
A reticent thunder
Claps for relief
Prodding until I relent
And embrace The Pull
Maybe next time the sun will shine brighter
And the hand will loosen its grip
The cycles have ceased
Vagrant is fully submerged
The Empty falls silent
Pathways, unobstructed
The Sun holds its fixation
Will they release?
Perhaps it will consume
Likely to flourish?
Cartography in question
Compass in orbit
Did someone shape my advent?
Was I sent by liars, called by wretches?
Is there a scope I'm blind to?
Or a fate I'm bound to?
The Featheries on the map
Reason for the blots?
Tangled and glistening
Am I tangent or arctangent?
Path ahead
Obstructed
Fathomless
White abyss
Light flies into my peripheral
Blurred sand falls through my hands
A warmth I never thought I'd feel again
Focus
This place, it feels tangible
Balance, upright, atrophy
Shake off the rigor, keep your mind inside your skull and breathe
Exhale
Turn round, face front
Whisps calling to and fro (Back and forth)
A trick on the eyes? (No...)
Dissolution plagues my senses
Rewind (Take. Me. Back. Where)
I could not see
No more games, I'm so weak
Let me fall forever
Rewind (Take. Me. Back. Where)
I could not feel
The Dive was a way out
Cold, easy
Calculated!
Keep my identity
That person has long since gone
The universe won't shed a tear
No hearts will bend, no strings will snap
Fruitless sight yields no pull
The forest begs "water"
Roots dried
This cistern shows its wear
My tearing will not cease
Seamless to patch the rifts
The basin is leaking, levee bound
The flood begets The Flood
Did someone shape my advent?
Was I sent by liars, called by wretches?
Is there a scope I'm blind to?
Or a fate I'm bound to?
No trick on the eyes
The ground shares a luster
Questions oust my doubts
Affronted by a radiant depiction
Am I formed by a joke?
Or ever-bent to mockery's cackle?
It must have another intent
Have I been given a map?
Is this knot worth unraveling?
Is this not worth the reverie?
I feel the gaze of The Seven
I am cornered in their circle
The ground shakes from their revelry
The laughter splits my ears, quaking in my skull
Low light reflects on my own dimming
Red eyes
Can't drown out the call from the Black Void
Dead eyes
A reticent thunder
Claps for relief
Prodding until I relent
And embrace The Pull
Maybe next time the sun will shine brighter
And the hand will loosen its grip
The cycles have ceased
Vagrant is fully submerged
The Empty falls silent
Pathways, unobstructed
The Sun holds its fixation
Will they release?
Perhaps it will consume
Likely to flourish?
Cartography in question
Compass in orbit
Did someone shape my advent?
Was I sent by liars, called by wretches?
Is there a scope I'm blind to?
Or a fate I'm bound to?
The Featheries on the map
Reason for the blots?
Tangled and glistening
Am I tangent or arctangent?
Path ahead
Obstructed
Fathomless
White abyss
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Writer(s): Luke Kelly
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