Frozen Processions - Barren Earth

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