Canaan Over Absolute Black
Evanescent figures
Walk by my side
As I silently cross
The borders of night
Their voices
Gently push me through
A solid prism of noise
I hear them
Calling my name
Take me with you
Take me through you
On a journey over
This absolute black
The ghosts of psychic collapse
Walked by my side
As I vanished through
The borders of night
Where an image of purity and domination
Painted the sky
Of pale dead colors
And swept away
The perfume of that
Fucking absolute
Black.
