This night
And this one,
To be right
Is to be quiet,
But at least this much is evident:
Bare minimum,
Par.
There is no other
One.
Whatever appears
As an option
Or a problem,
A pin drips into the mist
And I absolve with a wish.
And no alabaster vessel
Could tell
About vast emptiness
Though it will
Know it well
Throughout its life.
And in these new stages
The play is met,
Abridged is dangerous:
Be a snail.
Slow is not what wins the races
But nobody is going anywhere.
What may be permanence
Are merely glances within the turning.
And I like a stern wind,
Like a dragon fly
I'm ready yet again.
Where the fire wills me
Some are bound to tell.
But this hill could spill its witness
Around revolving hells.
Oh deary dreary!
Lose those dowry bells.
I've a new returning,
Something new to tell.
And Mother Mary
Won't you whisper,
All that's in the past
Has fell.
And Mother may I,
Wish to whisper,
This heaven fell down
Straight to hell.
So the days abound
A sound display,
Give me room to master
And a song to sing.
And tell me what may be
Revolving around
This happening,
Oh, sight of sights, a play!
And which
Ever,
Which one,
This one
Or
That one,
Just a world in the burning.
An open tomb
So sit right up you sleeper,
Stand right back again.
Footsteps, footsteps,
My fast new friend.
Tell me all you can remember,
It's been so long since I've felt rain.
I've been here
Merely mourning
This instant depth of death.
And from here,
This early morning,
A stone's cold face has changed its stead.
A cold hand grasping,
Let it grope instead.
Nothing here to hold me,
Chains long gone,
This prison dress
My only token
From the depths of darkest death.
"Now spell me this,"
One whispers,
"Show me all you could collect."
"Have you been diligent
For winter,
Or has the avarice
Done it's best?"
This must just be the centaur
At the minute of the test.
Now you tell that bell to ring, sir,
Stop your vigil, time to yell.
And make damn sure it does not whisper.
I cannot express this exit,
Or the extent of what has fell,
But that field was prepped for burning
And I guess all's well that ends, well,
At the entrance once again, fin.
