A Joy So Near To Melancholy

Forever I Know The Void, Forever I Know Your Love There’s not many as lovely as you Divide by infinity and it still holds true where does one go Staring into the Void It’s something unlike anything else Spiral spiral spiral ... Spiral Spiral Spiral Down down down Back and Up Again Staring into the Void A world within which something happened A world in which I can inhabit forever A world where time stops A world frozen in your love There’s no one as needed as you Multiply by zero and it still holds true Let’s stay forever Because you are all there is The Maze disappears, and I no longer feel lost For I know exactly where I am In Darkness, In the Void, In Death I know exactly where I am not. All is Known, and All is Foretold I love you forever Forever, I love you      Groovy Train · Blooms

Forgive Me, For I Know What I do Forgive Me, For I Know What I do. A sinner is a sinner, as one and one is two.   Despite Your Perusals:      Inspect Your Arousals: I am a demon Bereft of You Forgive Me, for one and one is two. A sinner is a sinner, and I know what I do.

Within and Of Water and Steel Cast Into The Ocean?  Or Risen Up from the Primal Magma, which Runs through the Veins of the Earth, Giving Structure and Form to Ancient Machinery, Built to Power to the Farthest Time? You Would Believe in the Things Giving an Eternal Flame to Her Eye’s Zeal  If You Felt Her Tears Fall With Every Motion Her Grand Machinery Ticks As Time Goes On Woodworks of a Goddess, Her Silent Pulse, Bubbles of Light Releasing To the Surface to Remind Us Of Her Persistence to the Farthest Time Her Severe Mechanics, Devouring and Expending Heat at Once They Offer the Greatest Harvest Whose Fruits Are Only Enjoyed By Those Who Walk Where Oblivion Grows and Stretches To Its Farthest Reach

Echoes of Hurt and Lovely Lies  I can finally see walls of the cave light up with a flicker . Will I go beyond, I do not quite picture. To one side, the reverberations of murderous machines that kill and propagate off each other  send ancient jolts of fear through me. And the other, a joyous symphony of bells and strings and cascading sounds... Who dare not go at least listen, might there be lingering mist in the air. An old mist of dried blood and rust. Hurry off, go! Or its off to the mill , I thought.