A lively flame; a shifting space.
The me I know lays in the light;
an other side's in shadow.
But maybe beasts that need the night to see
can see the me
that I don't know. I hear one stumble up the stairs, although the hall's lit bright as day.
What plane
are monsters blind to that they strain
to see the plainest
way? A lively flame, a shifting space.
What is its name, this thing that sees me, even as I hide my face?
Called forth by common envy of a lively flame...
a warmth that it can only know if it takes
and smothers once its moldy fingers touch the flame.
But what do I know, what do I know? I cannot see through shadows.
What do I know, what do I know? I cannot see the shadows...
How monstrous is the shadow cast/by the me that I don't know
What monstrous shape this shadow cast/by the me that will not last...
?
This song is about eyeing the harrows of the mortal self!
2009-11-14, 2:52 p.m.