Saturday, August 19, 2006

Jupiter


Life and death

Abyss and earth

Ill-fitted vessels who know not their worth

Clouds up high

Truth and lies

We'll shed our vessels and discover why




Follow that white light

Into eternal night

Or follow in the darkest cold

And see the Light of old




Mirrors, mirrors all around

Echoes, echoing each and every sound

Voices, voices speaking words

Written and spoken and now heard





By me

From me

To me

I can't see

By me

From me

To me

I cannot see anything




Follow that white light

Into eternal night

Or follow in the darkest cold

And see the Light of old

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