wastedwalrus
Bluelighter
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- Jun 5, 2005
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Water, Waves and Wellness
I float upon waves, embedded with desire
As I’m swept further and further to my oblivion-
My cascade of warmth and relief may soon overflow
And catch me below it
With expectations, I pull my anchor and float aimlessly.
A warm amber glow has finally surrounded me.
As sun falls I may rise, so I may replace it in the sky.
Rays and eruptions are all that may be.
Leaving this… this metaphysical, transcendent space
Could never occur. This wellness is beyond me,
This ecstasy consumes me. Who could drag me back
To where I once was but He himself?
Who could wipe the stars from the sky?
Who could shield the sun’s shining eye?
Who could match a perfect harmony?
Who, then, could ever touch me?
A Declaration of the Human Entity
Though entangled in the binds of mortality,
everything that is will always be.
For who could wipe the stars from the sky?
And who could shield our sun's shining eye?
Who could match such perfect harmony?
So nothing then could ever bother me.
Obviously there's some overlapping (the last stanzas).
I float upon waves, embedded with desire
As I’m swept further and further to my oblivion-
My cascade of warmth and relief may soon overflow
And catch me below it
With expectations, I pull my anchor and float aimlessly.
A warm amber glow has finally surrounded me.
As sun falls I may rise, so I may replace it in the sky.
Rays and eruptions are all that may be.
Leaving this… this metaphysical, transcendent space
Could never occur. This wellness is beyond me,
This ecstasy consumes me. Who could drag me back
To where I once was but He himself?
Who could wipe the stars from the sky?
Who could shield the sun’s shining eye?
Who could match a perfect harmony?
Who, then, could ever touch me?
A Declaration of the Human Entity
Though entangled in the binds of mortality,
everything that is will always be.
For who could wipe the stars from the sky?
And who could shield our sun's shining eye?
Who could match such perfect harmony?
So nothing then could ever bother me.
Obviously there's some overlapping (the last stanzas).
