09.05.2001
Rush…
by Casey
Oh how the soul cries out in weariness and joy
simultaneous ecstasy burning the candle at both ends
furious existence rushing from head to toe
how the energy of life consumes me wholly holy
tips of my fingers depths of my heart
tingling bliss that defines my being by its containment
fill the void that never rests
return the past that self forgets
deny the ones who were not true
For it brings only pain to you
and yet for me it is ALL things
As though I’d slipped on Tolkien’s rings
I sit and wait here in the fells of Thunderclap
Awaiting Hells as yet unseen through fire and ice
Burning bright the spirit fire of my own hearts dark desire
Purge me O Pan, and see if thou
canst make out the star upon My brow
