Longing for Ether

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I hear voices at night, warning me, I can barely sleep I can't quite understand what it is they are trying to say They seem to be speaking from somewhere from above my head So, to hear them, I climb over myself, stepping over my shoulders Then pulling myself up higher, and climb some more and more Finally, I am so high I can no longer see the Earth below Above, the sky is neither black nor blue, there are no stars But I am high enough I can hear them, the voices clearly As clear as a bell of fire As clear as a window in the sun I hear them They are saying, "Beware. Stay on the ground or you will become lost, as we are. Lost..." (Kicked in the window, threw the door behind me, or you will become lost, as we are. lost... I tried turning corners, first faster then slower Until I almost ran into myself I knew there was no hope My lungs filled my head, dying and eager for silence, the perfect breath The air knew I could not resist Flesh is weak, but is weakness always bad? Weakness serves to glorify, to ennoble, to sanctify) She always told me to stay away from the pit She would tell me that I wanted to keep my life from being Any colour I had best be strong And when she died, I began digging for her as well The deeper I dug the stronger I got (My addicting shining like quicksilver Along the ropes inside my arms) I had dug so deep that all the world Was a velvet black (Turning even less than black) Then I unearthed the Goddess I took the Goddess home and though She treated me badly my addiction Turned from strength to love She disappeared as I held her, the air As clear as quartz and rhythm It was then I noticed my thin Charred arms, fading Now I go back to the hole, feeding The earth, the grave song and cinder, I Go to speak with my child like dust On a moth's wing (My flesh white pink fumbles that I Am flesh. Flesh is weak, flesh is weak Flesh is weak, as air pushes into Consume and elevate What I need is new eyes, new eyes To battle the conceit that death may be Salvation, new eyes, and a vacuum Knowing what I want, knowing I need, the Perfect air follows, carving a hunger, I Sigh, gasping red and screaming Longing to breathe.)