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Never Setting Sun (05-07-02)

I know the way to a spot in the forest
Where the sun always shines
Day or nite, it's glistening stones illuminate
Stardust wiped from sleepy eyes in the moring glare
Well you don't have to go
But hidden pearls of colourful seas tell me a truth that is otherwise
And the path well and worn was wound around beneath a hollow glow
I promised myself a funeral to sing, 
For unleashing the colours of white lite
Hold your sensory surfaces in refracted site 
And breath underwater till the end

A chanting under the wicked sun
Sinster yet magical, glowing red remnants of the past slowly decay
Sweeping fingers investigate hills of azure, lakes pristine in pleasure
Than a stunning pierce of reality, poor horizons left to bleed

Sunrise
On a beautiful sky
The wind changes
And the flowers die

The Dust rising
To entice my eyes

Show me
The wisps of grass 
In the blowing wind 
On the edge of a storm

What a beautiful world
What a beautiful evil
The we all unfurl

Teardrops of a crying moutain
Bead and roll and splash and sink
Icy spring and naked skin
Spirits of the coming age
A youthful dream once lost to chance
By the mircale of magic hands
Succomb to drowning neath the waves

The armored slaves of cannibals
Whose soft and potruding eyeballs
Oozes dark bodily fluids
Found growing monsters
In the dark reaches of the forest grave
Heads cleaved in strikes of thunder
Legiments dismembered and scattered
Maggots in the kings own corpse
Speak with tightly stappled tongues
Lizard of blindness, lizard of famine
Sow their curse upon a drooling queen
Her mind left raped and flattered

Soft winds grasp my face
To levitate from sleep
The body of my feral mind

Siniods exchange
A glimpse of common knowledge
Through the passion of the now
Ceasing all circular motions
To create the moment for what it is

A silent harmony
A breath of a sigh
Enclosed in the gentle rays
Warmth of awe invoking amplitudes
In the never setting sun