Paralysis
In
this dream, the Earth's a billowing rose;
You
pluck its fat continents like petals
Tumbled
in the solar breeze and you blow
Until
the planet is a lifeless ball.
Somehow
we live below the mantle bloom
Crushed
together, in love and alone,
In
the fiery spinning of our world's loom
And
all creation is our rocky dome.
But
when I wake I'm in paralysis
And
hallucinate that black smoke and death
With the sincerity of the abyss
Can form a figure and speak without breath
With the sincerity of the abyss
Can form a figure and speak without breath
"I
am your creation; I cannot die,
I
am a phantom and I am a lie."
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