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Dream of a monkey

As the candle goes out I hear
Faces of sages carved in stone
They whisper dawn anew
A fiery flower sings its song tonight
The first to bloom in this dead garden
Tomorrow time again will usher backwards
Into itself into tides of true lies untold

As meaning through mead, through mind was dissolving
Into a golden air frozen

I saw the image of a well filled to the brim with rain
Shamen chanting word-creations to chase away pain
For what they brought us will be carved in the shape of a key
That'll open doors unknown to lead us where we'll be free
The veins of gold run deep inside of these stranges mines
Those eyes untold will weep with pride their oldest sweetest wine

Remember now what we have lost, what we seek to regain
Remember how it hides uncrossed while it leaks from your brain

The mad child climbs without a breath to the top of the tree
While soul and mind whisper along though they may disagree

Remind me now of what begins and what ends for your soul

A lack of all meaning is now our plroblem as you might know

Create we must and even so remind them of the snow

Forgive the creator of old that chants forever more
In the middle of the ancient grassland

Above blood-red soil awoken

Repetition of dawns eternal whispering lies
Transforming their views into grass-stained tapestries

Forever does change, and the line is too long
Why would one ever wait such long a time only to sell their soul

If the great city gnomes already have written
A speech of grand emotions, dreams never encompassed

This soul-ship will fail
Will break its time-built structure

An amalgamation of sand, tears and faiths


Cruise now, will you, dear friend Moloch
Through those parts as unknown as riddle-ridden ruins
A labyrinth of corn whose walls are awaiting

To be crossed by your courage

As the fool greets an old sea
Mint-colored twin-suns do reflect
Infinite mirrors circular and lush

I ask you now, I beg you sailor
Please decypher the code written across the sand
Before the short white waves come sweeping all the land
Before evergreen forests wither not knowing what we were asking for