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As the golden rays of east inverse the night, I blink my sleepy eyes in the dawning light. One planet divided in two worlds collided: Dual worlds of syncretism coincided. I—will wrench open my eyes. I—will sever their ties. I—have woken from my slumber. I—stand apart from a world asunder. The flow of energy about me abounds: This subtle harmony the sixth sense astounds. The ethereal rays playing about the panes, Their arousing melodies flowing through my veins. (Chorus) I can feel the passion of life inside of me. Its vigor the groundwork for my philosophy. Until Earth’s regress a dream of distant past, Upon my own two legs I stand until my last. (Chorus) Tune into your mind—a diamond glistening. It’s patiently waiting: are you listening? Open your weary eyes, my friend. You can cope. Never fear, my friend, for always there is hope. (Chorus) |
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Originally published as a collection of songs entitled: Onerous Musicalis (A Collection of Bothersome Musical Soirées). Copyright © 1995 Eric Knickerbocker. All rights reserved. | Next Poem  |
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