This grave of the sovereign corpse
no return from the morgue of godhood
Enslavement by the Earth
but we continue to climb to those ancient skies
Each time you step out of suffering
every time you are suffering
each time you would lie about it
you seal your sight
And in this morgue of manhood we
breathe only the ocean of
what we cannot be
Will we walk between
crest of Earth and heights unseen?
| II: HEIGHTS UNSEEN, UNREACHED |
| III: THE MARSH |
I carried you to the edge of the marsh
Where you drained into the reeds
To become a frog
That your spirit is indebted to
And when you were a boy
They took your second sight in ritual
They tore it right between your eyes
And you did not fight
For they told you
It would crush you
Your glorious Satan
Your penance is untaken
The forest looms from behind
Your indifference is fine
Your balance damaged
by your tiphereth
your atrophy is contained to our stained glass
Scrambling, you dug and you found nothing more
| IV: THE HORIZON |
I landed on foreign shores
having nothing to paddle towards
there is no one, nowhere behind me
only the light of a nameless divinity
"Spare me," I cry. "Lift me on high.
Take me home, Lord, take me home."