次の日はじめ

光落ち

Never was there a notion

Not by slightest motion

Of which could Forever outlast

By whence came someone

The First Fool

The First Priest

Preceded by the First Command.

The God in Your Head,

Not quite as good as dead,

But lingering on and forevermore trapped

In the Hearts and Minds of the hopeful and broken,

For the very purpose of keeping them that way…

By Lightning Bolt or by Heavy Hammer,

By Pestilence, or by Purge or by Purgatory,

By Reincarnation, Resurrection or Revelation,

Wish for all you want, and

Pray for all you want…

It’s all in Your Head.

Of Thought and Emotion

It runs as deep as the Abyss

It spans as far

As the Corners of the World.

The Spirit is a Nightsky

Darker than Darkness itself

Casting a Shadow over Consciousness

And growing like a seed, it

Crosses universal boundaries.

Like water, its chokes and drowns,

Instills fear of perishing

Trapped in Mind and Spirit

The Darkness consumes

And breaks you, so you may be free.

星々もある

暗黒し

夜の秋空

思いかな

The very threshold ‘tween realms, they shake.

Casting a gaze that places my mind in a maze,

Tell me, Sorceress, what spell have you placed ‘pon me?

‘Tis a volting, vibrant and vivacious emotion thine presence invoke,

Vexing and vivid vixen you, do verily provoke.

Enthralling and enslaving thou Enchantress,

Shifting, switching my slipping and sluing sanity,

To thine divine image.

Finding myself savoring our short and sweet embrace,

Something that, solely so, soothes and satiates soundly,

This notion I bottle like a potion.

Your presence, posing present perplexion,

Heroine mine heroin, I do admit

Although administered in miniscule, in minute minutes,

Finding myself already an addict,

Inducing injection, invigorating…

Thine image haunting like a ghost,

Tell me, I beg thee, the very same spectacular specter,

This phantastic phantom,

Was more than just a spell?