Nu

Beneath your vast oceans of sky i trembled in wonder And the veil was torn asunder And for a time, standing still I could see: oh, all my blindness to reality The gears clanged together, shifting again I was in the world of other men And everything seemed so pretend And even then just when I felt crushed to the crumbling, time would flow Your oceans of time move fast, then slow The currents in our minds that drift and blow Listless so Like our ego and spirit kaleidoscopes Today we’re high, tomorrow Low And time, and time just seems to go, And all the while we know We know That when we bid our loves farewell Time can be our only hell Time, on which our minds will dwell Wasted years, and love grown pale Life is never our story to tell I don’t want to end this not so well These lines are not my story to tell They rush from under your waves who swell And creatures beneath the deep who dwell My spirit is stretched in the wind, my sail Walk between worlds I know so well Knew so well, unfamiliar now Revolving doors to worlds abound And feet never can stay on the ground Not forever Nothing is Nothing could have been, or could ever be Nothing at all, no, nothing should be How could anything ever be? I shake my head in agony Discarding others’ philosophy That’s the glory! Nothing compels to tell this story Nothing, the natural state of things From which something pure and holy sings From which life and love and beauty spring From which all this sorrow and suffering From which come these broken and holy rhymes And discords, and tempos And faltering times And wars and egos the size of dimes That yet tread down the earth Like Jehovas, endless lines I cannot My ego press on My spirit stretched thin I cannot I cannot begin again I can’t begin to make you see I can’t begin, for even me I can’t I can’t Not I Not I