swilow
Bluelight Crew
Into Utter Blackness.
Trying to sleep,
with Eyes Wide Ablaze
To see a world
in a single grain.
To sweep the curtains,
clear the Door
To see beyond
this man-made maze
of mirrors and, mired,
to try and sleep
With One eye open
and Two eyes closed.
Is it possible? Plausible?
To think that these doors will
cease existence once
I cross the Portal?
Will the serpents-flame
leave the tail-node
to suffuse this sordidity
with pure Light and
bolts from Above?
And- if done-
will there exist this "I"
to lay down in the lands
beyond the doorway?
Beyond the Doors of Sleep?
I'd wish but
the Self that could unwish
is standing asleep,
at the doorways threshold.
And IT strides forth,
Into the growing shade,
With joy to engrave
the sigils of reality and
the symbols of Theolity.
Eyes Wide Ablaze
and watching the canvas,
painted by Sunlight
Into Utter Blackness.
Trying to sleep,
with Eyes Wide Ablaze
To see a world
in a single grain.
To sweep the curtains,
clear the Door
To see beyond
this man-made maze
of mirrors and, mired,
to try and sleep
With One eye open
and Two eyes closed.
Is it possible? Plausible?
To think that these doors will
cease existence once
I cross the Portal?
Will the serpents-flame
leave the tail-node
to suffuse this sordidity
with pure Light and
bolts from Above?
And- if done-
will there exist this "I"
to lay down in the lands
beyond the doorway?
Beyond the Doors of Sleep?
I'd wish but
the Self that could unwish
is standing asleep,
at the doorways threshold.
And IT strides forth,
Into the growing shade,
With joy to engrave
the sigils of reality and
the symbols of Theolity.
Eyes Wide Ablaze
and watching the canvas,
painted by Sunlight
Into Utter Blackness.
