Perihelion Ship New Sun?
[Prelude]
A new sun rose
Empty, alone
A blue sky window
Was cracked in between
A wind without sails
Pretended to be
And the ocean's table
Touched sky by its seam
[I. New Sun]
Who am I?
Who is this me, this thing of mine
To whom I'm entertwined?
I'm sure someday
It will just go away
What is “be”?
This just being in front of me
Between the “to be” and me?
I guess I'll know
If it decides to show
Where is “here”?
Where is this place I feel so near -
That makes it more unclear?
There is no way
I could (actually) say
New sunlight
Climbs the world
In its wake
Great firebirds
New sunlight
Whips the seas
Surface gold
And submarine
New sunlight
Burns the sky
And all is born
In my eyes
Forests, springs
Rivers and roads
Formed out of ashes
Of grey and charcoal
Surely a painting
But an amputee
Amputated by the dimensions three
Each day I watch new sun go down
The land bereave its golden crown
But the world seems undying
Where is this world of re-dying light
This space where endings escape the night?
Is it there, where I always return?
In search of a meaning
Not finding my own
Yet absolving all need there
Is to atone
I talk to myself
Because there's no God
My reason and want
Always ten feet apart
Who are you?
Some different kind of being spewed
Inside the false and true -
Who'll just die
Without knowning why
(And) are you real?
Or simply made to make me feel
Like I'm the “one” in here?
You might be
Simply all I see
(or) Maybe your just me
Trapped inside my mystery
Where I can't disagree -
I think that's true
I been here before...
[Interlude]
A new sun rose
Empty, alone
A blue sky window
Was cracked in between
A wind without sails
Pretended to be
And the ocean's table
Touched sky by its seam
But will the sky watch over me?