Z-Old Release: Olibah

With wandering eye and restless mind until the darkness and consumption we find consumed with the wonder of wanderlust fought hard and died young and turned into dust ever fleeting jumping from town to town contagious creating fear and dread yet love that we soon heal must speaking softly and slowly the mind and voice of the sages take the magicians and the sorcerers and the mages a gentle man with a great long beard around him and in him and out of him they all jeered and leered Its here we see the Oliba taken to strange places and seeing strange things here in the darkness we think we have found ourselves yet here we are lying in the dark, next to Oliba dying flying sighing crying living breathing meeting meeting the ageless ones, meeting the unknowable watching as they put Christ on the Crucible And we just sit there in watch, for it is all part of the plan, the show how and how and when and where we will never know Take us home Oliba It is destroyed Oliba tells us Where do you live, Oliba Everywhere and no where says Oliba Stranded without home or fleeting moments to worthwhile to count Lived and quickly forgotten is another day yet here we stand, next to Olibah Until we have lived here time out of mind [love sick listening too] New members of the disorganized society enters into our chambers We have found the Olibah, they chant, we have found Olibah!Written November 30th, 2001 © on Nov 29 2001 04:56 PM PST, Michael Edward London    abuse • angst • dark • fantasy • hope • pain • personal • sad • society • spiritual • thoughts