Thee- Oversoul. Rise thee and hear me true, and this call of man.
Rise thee and remember of a time so long ago. Fly the mighty albatross and see
the pain of yesterday and the tears you wept. Grasp thee hold the mighty wings
and see thee that of man and what he is and all he does and what on you he
Me- That I
rise upon thy mighty albatross and see the grace of man and the evil that they
do. Passion in pain and in glory is the fire that burns of their heart and
still, I have known no death greater than that of loneliness. Past, it calls, to
rise to be. A tide now rolling close to me. The time I spend. The things I lack.
And past comes rolling, rolling back. A silver shaded clouding fog, my heart a
purple beat, of troubled waters flowing fast, so cold around my feet. And may I
bleed from opened wounds, oh may I stain this light? A word, a thought, a
bloody flow. For misty is this night.
Thee- That it is that I listen and hear the plea in thee that I give
rise to you Oversoul and to you see the fire that burns of the heart of thee and
the past that calls in you. Rise to you that I take thee of the seed you
gathered of the fruit of all man, shall I send thee of thy beckoning in all
happiness you seek in new tomorrows and the misery you are sure to find. For one
cannot exist without its other and you shall have them both dear Oversoul.
Inanis Poculum ( The Empty