Conscium

Thrown into the wind to create
Held under the dirt for seven days
Nothing is hastened
All things are done

O, evening to morning
"Then come to me in bright defile
Where judgement day is not a thing
That can be delayed for overlong."

Silence at dawn, everything in its place
Slow moving tides reflect cinnabar skies
The Earth is beautiful and one day I shall die

I'll step into forever where the edge is gone
The Earth unseeded, the sun sets upon nowhere

Beauty as emptiness?
Oh, what will I do with such beauty as emptiness?

And now in light, and in knowledge of this
What must I do?
What must be done?

Millions of embers have gone out behind my back
Four hundred billion more stare at me from the dull horizon
Where do I stand? What claim to make?
So I will let the scales fall from my eyes
For here in this light I am speechless!

Who am I to speak of morality?