internal clock of desire
deep insatiable need
an infant gnawing on its fist
hungry for its feed
as my arms have opened
as i look back across the years
searching ceased
cravings fed
what lies beneath the ocean bed?
but sorrow carved with joy
masks discarded upon the ocean floor
epic loving
washed to shore
now the woven chords
the bloody corpse of daylight
breaks
upon the shuttered world of us
as we slither to be born
shed of skin
decorative wounds
unravelled juice from the eye
the great serpent
of creation
speaks
unto us
you and i
broken from our shell
hollowed through
magician
sits quietly upon the mountains peak
yet the goddess embarks
upon her solitary journey
life has woven us its song
now it is time to sing it
unto us
you and i
broken from our shell
hollowed through
magician
sits quietly upon the mountains peak
yet the goddess embarks
upon her solitary journey
life has woven us its song
now it is time to sing it