Sleep - A Cycle

Read this differently. What you see is how you see it. Try...

Sleep
For the innocent shall
Dream
For they who do not
Live
For they who do
Forget
For those who do not
Die
For those who do not
Play
For they who shall
Dream
For those who do shall
Sleep

Space

I don't know where I'm going. Or why I'm going. I do know how though. Logic devoid of reason is Chaos. All the more so because it wears a cloak of Order.


Space
Erasing the lines across your face
Across the trail left by the things left unsaid
What you cannot erase shall cease anyway
And build up and destroy its own
Space

Space
Its a testament to unreality
Because only that exists what we see
Everything that exists is so because we
Dream it up in our own pseudo-rationality
Not realizing that we're rationalizing
Until infinity
Swallows and is swallowed by
Space

Space
Like a snake
Eating its own tail
Going round in a circle
And in its own destruction it sustains
Itself mindlessly
There is no time if there is no
Space

Space
Is a shadow
Of what doesn't exist
In not-being it is-not
And thus is the anti
And in the anti it is
As a mirror of what is
And what will be
Is in the anti not-is
And never-be
Like infinite spirals in
Space

The Lamp post

I walked the roads alone at night
The shadows of the trees washed over me
I saw you golden ebulliently bright
As you stood like a watchful sentry
There is something eerie about this time
Half-formed fears chase around ones mind
And the heart races of its own accord
Without regard to rhythm or rhyme
The shadows deepen in the reaches beyond
Your goodly golden glowing light
And one fears to stray very far from
Your light glowing brilliantly bright

Why do my thoughts circle around so?
Why do so many answers I not know?
Where are the questions formed inside the mind?
Why does dark the mortal brain excite?

Do we retain some dark fears unformed
From the years spent in caves long ago?
Through centuries of progress are men being born
Yet in the dark, once again we do not know
What silent fear yet stalks us still?
It's deadly breath on our neck forms chill
Yet as protection from the guiles of the night
Are you long-standing friend golden bright.

You and your kind have sheltered us long
Through the darkness both within and without
In the cold darkness of chaos you hold order strong
Through the creeping chills of fear and doubt

Light is thought and thought is light
Order in the chaos of the night
Yet as order must from chaos spring
Yet chaos again shall forth from order bring
And the circle without beginning cannot end
Yet light will always be a comfort in the night...