[Angelic Dissonance]

I've been here, and now it's faded
bled together like poorly done laundry
Tie-dyed, unintentionally
the wares of reality
I don't know if I've been ranting
but I've got to keep on ramblin' (been 'round the world, gotta find my girl [YOU know])
Now If we lost our sixth sense when the animals continued
to sense our spirits, and
we are left without sight, but
we walk by faith without realizing we
are naked, and the 'L' key is sticking.....
Oh, and the fog outside is all too transparent....
Too late now, the brilliance overtook us
once considered fire, but now maybe holiness clothed
by flames. It shines through me----
But not all the way.
I shine in similar fasion, with
dome of skull squinted, an observatory
of sorts, seeing light----and can I draw here? Am I allowed?
And the silence answers, and I know
the answer is both 'Yes',
and 'If you don't, You never will'.
That black lagoon surrounding us,
must never be questioned lest
we reach out beyond our means and
in finding reason, insanity
the two faces of the same head, Janus,
who guards the gates amidst the hellish dancing
and shrill whistle of pipes.
On a lonely island, indeed, stranded....
and not even meant to percieve the madness within our very bounds
that flys past us and flows through us and never makes a sound.

And if I see angels, does that make me mad....
or if I saw demons, would that truth sip me dry?
Would I be a dry demon-ridden skeleten left to sit?
How many, how many....