Reversal of the Setting Sun
Oh, what a gathering--
This collection of things,
Tied fast to your wrists so tight,
As you struggle to breathe.
Tongue, tooth, and a blade,
On this mountainous crest.
While your consciousness sinks so deep,
Lay those notions to rest.
Feel the wind at your back.
Breathe in deep.
Keep those eyes shut tight,
As you sink down beneath.
With your watch and your chain,
There's no telling the time.
Observing this life you lead--
There's no reason or rhyme.
Open up to these words,
With illusion denied.
Just drop the act now, son.
Let your heart open wide.
Face the wind now, child.
Breathe in deep.
Keep those eyes open wide,
As you rise from beneath.
~t
~t
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