Buried
07/30/13

There is something alluring and abstractly sweet,
That binds with its lines both hands and feet
And captures, enraptures the serenity of the soul 
In each and every quaintly equated syllable

The entirety of the self will be made null
Beneath the stars, our child eyes see all
In time you will forget the vivid things I did
But they will remain as in Egyptian pyramids

Pain will pass like the wind through the grass
The penetrable will remain penetrable
And you will never have to ask
You are the forest that burns in the night
Wings on which phantoms fly
Through and throughout each beam of light 
The invulnerably vivacious won't vindicate our sight

And understand that a man may return to the world
its dominion and sanctification of truth
but if, in his absence, the king lost his throne
Changed forms, and lost his sanity
We will never have a star light to follow,
I'm hanging from gardens
Growing through the dirt and root
Like perversion, let yourself go
Let yourself be buried deep beneath
It is the only way