A Float

If I walk this hill of kills
there will be stars, will they be ours?
Someday, someday
there will be a scar swaying too far
a little on par
with my long brittle day, today
among them, us spines of necrosis
drunk on the wine of hypnosis
a monk preassigned, paralysis
a catharsis, a catharsis
a metamorphosis or to resist?

This light will or will not shine
our uptight hearts will sing on a shrine
a ring of art, a smokey melody
a painting of cringing strokes, faithfully
why now, of all my lines
my lifeline, or my fishing line
the coral-drawn fishes, will they be mine
and this moral marathon of wishes be mine
yet, whenever we shriek in this sea of vines
who are we to seek, to plea or to dine?

So dance with me in this jungle of trance
wielding a fungal knife, for that is life
I bow down in disgrace, now you are my chase
the blaze of praise shall ignite this maze
now, let me exhaust for tonight I am lost
will my will of frost reach absolute zero
to be a blizzard of costs, a resolute hero
a wizard I am, a melt of a lamb
the pains I have dealt, too much I have felt
in vain, I fell into this well, but well
I have reconciled with you, for a while
just a short while, our bodies made of tiles
cracked ever so vile, embody the seven miles
back home's a trial, an earthquake with a smile
my exiled heart breaks, a gleaming glass stake
and my dreams on the grass
alas, now I wake

Everything falls apart as we fall asleep
Everything rises again as we rise awake

Yet once we sleep, will we ever rise awake?
Yet once we wake, will we ever fall asleep?

Life goes on