deep within, there is a vast but finite abyss
the rim of which an expanse cannot contain
and down it goes, to a certain, familiar end.
have we all not yet itself seen?
and, there i left myself, to wait
a silent scream in the darkest space.
on about my life i went
somewhat less, an absent gaze
a missing beat, a thought too late
with years gone by, and forgotten days
i heard it here, i heard it faint
a scream echoed back across the space
awoken piece and part and grave
i hear what now i hid away.
but the voice i hear is not my own
what was left came out, a solemn word
remember, reverberate, discern
a bond is true, it never breaks
it take the grind, the stretch, the shake
the boil and burn, the smoke and fire
i hear you now, no wonder does
it's we who break and snap and churn
is we we who feel all that conspires
to topple down our tallest smiles.
working with giants, through toil and pain
shadows cast by flame of fire, against trees of magnitude
the heights we cast ourselves toward and to which we see ourselves cast
but in honesty and sorrow we can see each other, ourselves, at last.
