Air-built madness: unfamiliar charm
Hides in the softest eyes
And ponderous smiles manifest denial
But heavy heartless conscious of our load
Hurled by dreams into a separate world
We dig the thoughtless earth
With fingers lighter than the breath
Of lifeless minds awaiting death
On this
MercygroundWhat may transpire in this stagnant posture
Tradition multiplies where repetition reigns
And the air smells of age
And prayers of sightless blind us to the earth
Disenchantment sings in voices fortified
Our sleep is justified
Prone & weary from descent
Our eyes reflect empyrean
On this
MercygroundSafe inured we lay to rest
Pinioned by our helplessness
On this
MercygroundEmpty smiles drag us down
Till we softly kiss the ground
And all movement is lost
Silently we all sink down
Embraced within this
MercygroundAnd all movement is lost
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