Taking a leap into undecided falsehood
Creates a withdrawn paradox
And the shadow of a pendulum brought me a discommodious peace.
The heart of a conscious haze points the direction to a misdirected passenger
Who rests so lively upon the crest of your concrete intellect
Broken up from a biblical vine waiting to return to the dark
And each home I place myself unravels through the walls.
A shaking whisper speaks the duality of truth
Stitching holes in your ignorance applies wisdom to your reasoning
And that curve in your gentle framework
Stitches holes in your reasoning and residual notions of self
Pushing the physical melody before the croon of the gap
Where your heart beats so slowly,
Where truths are metamorphosed to half truths,
And truth itself dissolves into perception.