The clearing light descries the horizon
Of a world liberated from judgment
Mute and blind, unspoken and unconcealed
Such is grace, such is chaos
In which words, which words uncertain
Ephemeral and incestuous
Released from form, unwoven yet undisclosed
No longer deny us meaning and salvation
The clearing after all is darkness gone
Toil and toil and foil against abyss
Words begone
I for an I, now see me, from within
Toil and toil and moil towards a bliss
Worlds become,
Strangement in vision, deception in its telling
Reflection counterfeits radiance, Aegis of
My Being only human, frail and in need
To feel its warmth, but not its wrath
Truth lies, in the safety of its shield
The question remains
What compels the worm that feels no pain?
The king is gone, the tower is crumbling
The children unseeing, bastards of truth
Lashing out, a faceless saviour in promising
Hasn't the light set us free?
I am Being eternal
The city ablaze, no matter
I am salvation! I am peace! Unyielding!
Flow unto thy flames, searing skin
Glowing, the world unbecoming
These words sworn to my fealty
I am being unto light
The clearing is me
Unconcealed
Masks once unveiled avow no face
Nobody, nobody
Baring light shows darkness conquered within
Toil and toil and foil against abyss
Words begone
Aye! you're not I, your word is alien and cruel
Toil and toil and moil towards our bliss
Worlds become,
Death enthralled