Let the sweet breathe
Allow the sound to feed
Allow collapsing ground beneath
And fall into infinity.
Feast on what rests inside the choir
May it be what you desire.
While conspiracies of ravens bring endless joy and suffering
It's culminating in a fire of breathless love and the world retires.
Behold simple songs from Pan's great flute emit a dark and holy soot.
When a labyrinth of thought explodes and soothes with Everything and All to know!
And at the end, the rotten apple lie, the fresh fruit dawned the conscious eye
And from the ground that birthed itself, a throne of glory for all to dwell