From the Edge of the World
From the edge of the world to the last star
Who knew life extended that far?
Look from the darkest corner to the lambent rays
To see the lurid stains of dreamy malaise
Even on Earth's jagged cliffs
We have flown through those realms
That amorphous surf is the dreamer's turf
In that thick black soup we spin
We are able to distend, our disbelief
Our tensions mount or melt, to our relief
We transform ourselves and our scene
To fit fancies and cater to routines
From the oppression and the drear
Into the best possible haze
Of the great Etherial maze
Of deepest darkened space
To the corporeal fears we eternalize at night
To cheat slight and life dies bright
Home is where the heart beats
For me, black pen ink it bleeds
To the bleak sounds we hear
When day is far and night is near
Sounds of stars falling and werewolves calling
Strange that they should boost our fear
Above the roar of the astral hum
To the pulse underneath your mental thumb
Along the cosmic whistles and chimes
It sings above and beyond the times
Oblivion is our desired home
In it we float, dream and swell
Life's little demons are back on earth's hell
There are no problems here
From the edge of the world to the last star
We are able to distend our disbelief
From the oppression and the drear
To the corporeal fears we eternalize at night
To the bleak sounds we hear
Above the roar of the astral hum
Oblivion is our desired home
Our time, it never comes
A lengthy one, that is for the most part, designed to please the ear rather than the mind.
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