The Face You Don't See

A comet punctures our heavens,

Long been bounding around the sun.

The shockwaves crawl out

Displacing generations around the Corpus.

As you look in the face of the rain

under your feet there's churning,

But the molass torrent of particle pain

seems to spread away to avoid ya.

You don't even feel lucky.

It's a poison paradise.

Heavy swimming through the middle of a filthy infinity:

an infinitely golden sea of horrid mud:

Horrid:

It's meaningless if it's not yours.

There are cliffs of fog all around the close horizon

The fog is reflecting

The face you don't see.

The face is backwards in the mirrors.

It's not yours.

It's not a face.

It's only your nightmare which we'll sing away.