After the fire, after the rain, after the sacred kissed the profane - when you came and left again, such a captivating pain. After that night I left my comfort to find where your body lies, I’d wander upon this grave then fall… I’d fall inside.
I searched the clearing for that spark, hands sifted through the ash - knowing what we felt was real, but some delusions never pass. So I took shelter in the woods with the naked shaking trees: Deciduous, fraternal twins, we’re both wilted, stem and leaf. Then the mist turned sleet turned snow; my senses shook numb, I've nothing show
but a rain-stained book that once contained my literary charades: Now blots of ink, archetypal shapes and shades bleed through each and every page. And I ask myself: What’s the weight of my life on the scales of eternity?
We inherit the earth, we inherit the war.
I inhabit the wound, I dwell in the harm.
Oh how far we fall: We’re casualties of time.
Oh how far we fall: Begin to forgive existence.
Retreat back from reaching trees when a frigid shadow climbs inside of me - - - (that specter of recompense) - - - It’s a sound I’ve heard ever since. Amidst the endless mortal strife and the constantly dying light - the truth we felt from the start: “How can I hold myself together when everything falls apart?”
We inherit the earth, we inherit the war.I inhabit the wound, I dwell in the harm.
Oh how far we fall: We’re casualties of time.
Oh how far we fall: Forgive existence.
I wandered upon the altar of human invention, an exhibition of erudition. Find me here, Son of Man.
