Frozen Processions
Weave the intent from
Our resolved unknowing
Present the solutions
In a morose soliloquy
And as we speak those final rhymes
Paving the road for continuation
A path to paradise
Witness the blessed rotten flesh
Mercy!
These processions I've joined are not bound for rebirth
They are frozen
Heading for the sky
Silently
Never asking why
To be as one with Earth and the worm within it
Will not suffice for those whom we know as sacred
Between us we divide a boundless worth
Projecting upon ourselves the elation
I shall meet you in paradise, my beloved
In memoriam
These processions I've joined are not bound for rebirth
And they seem so lost
I am no less bound to this road
But the pains and joys of certainty are not mine
I am not staring beyond the clouds
Not heading for the sky
And silently
Always asking why
These processions I've chosen to follow have shackled me
To the hearse that rides forever
Into the sky
Silently
Never asking why