Primordiality/Aurora Australis

My existence is transient My name but a wisp Cast the first stones Marked with bones Well I guess I could tell you How to think or feel or whatever you do But just as man learned to yield fire I don’t know how else to inspire Except by freak serendipity Thou foul beast “One eye forward Shut forever Like the door to dreamworlds Lingering in the dead man Praised be his downfall The key of eternity, lost Monuments of stone in moss Once revered now forgotten Buried alive but for none who shall cry The heart of a wish, Never to taste the bliss To whom is bequeathed nothing else Yet still I be, Existing in contemplative silence, A lingering monument; Untouchable like a memory, Unhinged like a fantasy, Unchained like the reverie.” urora Australis] “I’d like to think, if the circumstances were more ideal, our love would have blossomed like the crocus in the eve of spring” Imaginations of Viking children Stars without orbiting planets Bifröst guides us far far South To far beyond this mortal ground...