The water rises,
And I awaken in the dark of the tunnel stream.
The lights have vanished,
And my perception is lost.
As my eyes are open;
Home to view these ancient walls.
In paintings, I have only seen
These deathly catacomb halls.
My lights awaken,
The water shaken.
Gone are the hooded paintings; stolen
From the dephs of the catacomb halls.
From the doctrines of space and nature,
I paint the walls with answers
To guide the ancients who rebuilt the city.
Once more, the water rises.
One more, another body
To flow through the tunnel stream.
Oct 21, 2015
Oct 21, 2015 at 7:59 AM UTC
The water rises,
And I awaken in the dark of the tunnel stream.
The lights have vanished,
And my perception is lost.
As my eyes are open;
Home to view these ancient walls.
In paintings, I have only seen
These deathly catacomb halls.
My lights awaken,
The water shaken.
Gone are the hooded paintings; stolen
From the dephs of the catacomb halls.
From the doctrines of space and nature,
I paint the walls with answers
To guide the ancients who rebuilt the city.
Once more, the water rises.
One more, another body
To flow through the tunnel stream.
Part five of "Blooming Subterrane."
