Scales Have Fallen From My Eyes
by At Half Mast· from Flight Patterns
My cold body turns gray as the wind blows the ashes away
Arisen, awoken
With
hesitation I gather the many images scattered/across time and space
What was
accomplished
A conduit of matter presents me to the world sick and
deformed
Apart from the illusion I am overcome by wonder
Whatever brought me
here must have known I needed this/Now I must learn
As I drift towards
eternity the parasites swarm/I was one of them
I create a last eclipse swallow
the sun and burn
What could have been/All seems lost/I had nothing at
all
History’s dialectic/unceasing change/
Help me put into words this
sensation within
Back on earth sirens sound and eyes open alone
I return to
this temporary body/Once again my home