Mortaljive: The Rest is Silence

There is no still point in all the Universe, and that is the rock upon which I stand

Wednesday, February 27, 2013

the sacred thing upon the mantle



the sacred thing
was set upon the mantle
set upon the mantle last night

the sacred thing
broke upon the mantle
broke upon the mantle last night

we were a commotion
we were a shattering of forms
we were the particles
particles of paradise
maniacs on melting ice
a shattering of forms

i saw an old man
walking like a robot
walking like a robot to death

i saw an old man
shuffling in the carpet
he grimaced and he smiled

he was a soldier, a lover
he was a leader of men
he was a statesman
he sang from his bloodstream
he sang of the nature of man
and he had a plan

lately i've been wandering
across the firmament
across the firmament of my mind

lately i've been wandering
sort of sauntering
in the perfection of time
oh, my

we were a commotion
we were a shattering of forms
we were the particles
particles of paradise
maniacs on melting ice
a shattering of forms

i saw an old man
walking like a robot
walking like a robot to death

i saw an old man
shuffling in the carpet
he grimaced and he smiled

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