My soul, into granite
Into quartz; into feldspar-
The flesh world can't hold
My roving mind, bold
Ever changing flares, but
Where's the base layer-
Reached not by prayer
That time hasn't raked
My soul's been naked,
For two billion years
O, clothe me in starlight,
In pure dreams of suns, bright
The universe of substance
Subside into me-
I just want to stay true
To myself, in that light
Apr 11, 2010
Apr 11, 2010 at 5:14 PM UTC
My soul, into granite
Into quartz; into feldspar-
The flesh world can't hold
My roving mind, bold
Ever changing flares, but
Where's the base layer-
Reached not by prayer
That time hasn't raked
My soul's been naked,
For two billion years
O, clothe me in starlight,
In pure dreams of suns, bright
The universe of substance
Subside into me-
I just want to stay true
To myself, in that light
written to Kelpe, Half Broken Harp
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