Far below in the endless deep,
a monster lumbers half-asleep
& waking, rears its ugly head
& dragging tongue ’cross ancient teeth,
makes its way to the surface of me.
A sinking ship with rusted hull
battered by capricious tides--
I was burdened by my ticking thoughts
& howlin’ throat, eyes shootin’ sparks,
& flashing fits of trepidation.
Well, I’m not ungrateful for what I have:
my voice (a vice), my mind & medicine;
but this sadness descends
& there’s no describing it.
It’s as vague as the Holy Ghost now...

I’m suspended, still, like an even scale
between my sorrow & my joy.
With whispered precision {I admit,}
“I cannot tell the difference,”
{& the} colossus overtakes our vessel.
& I’m still stuck trying to make sense
of a mood that swings like a pendulum,
of two equal halves: my fear & my hope
that we’ll be sucked into the maelstrom--
the freedom of that great grey nothing.

It’s as vague as the Holy Ghost now,
& there's just no pinning it down.
It’s as vague as the Holy Ghost now...







Lyrics submitted by VampedVixen

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