The city’s a mouth, it’s a chewing, grinding jaw
And I am the tongue and the tooth and the aching raw
I feast on my minutes, I swallow my days whole
This cannibal carnival devours its own soul
I spin in the centrifuge, pulled from my core
A hunger for more, always screaming for more
But I am standing naked… standing naked…
On the cool, silent bedrock of the cosmic plain
Standing naked… breath untaken…
In the eye of the storm, feeling the celestial rain
I built a cage of want, from the bones of my need
And fed it my love, planted a money-seed
It grew into a monster with my own face, my own eyes
Reflecting a hollowed-out, bankrupt surprise
A ghost in the machine of my own design
Drinking the salt water, claiming it’s wine
But I am standing naked… standing naked…
On the cool, silent bedrock of the cosmic plain
Standing naked… breath untaken…
In the eye of the storm, feeling the celestial rain
And then… the crack in the dome!
A sliver of eternity, a voice from the home
Of the great silent bears, the Orion hounds
Their cold fire whispers, it knows no bounds
It said, "You are not the consumer, nor the consumed
You are the space between stars, forever exumed!"
Yes, the salvation is not in the taking, but in the seeing! Not in the having, but in the being! To stand small… small as a speck of galactic dust on the windowsill of infinity! To feel the great wheel turn, and know your true place is not to drive it, but to marvel at its spin! To be the quiet witness! The starving oracle finally fed by the void!
Now I am standing naked… standing naked…
On the cool, silent bedrock of the cosmic plain
Standing naked… my head thrown back…
Drinking the milky way, getting my true self back
A single point of light…
A silent, perfect note…
Enough.
