Telluric Rings Lyrics
The eye seeks a desert
The anchorite sits, pensive, thought encumbered
Pillars of cracked rock and the catarrhs of coarse winds
The bleached bone offerings
Of before
And the deeply rumbled promises
Of gyre and firmament
The eye drowns
And time is nothing
No more than the lines etched
In the sand of ancient sea beds
Where lie old dreams
Of caverned maws and light in gulfing void
No more than the enervating
Waters which hold the murmured
Whisper of desolation
Of a great eye that's never blinked
No more than cities
In the dust of time
Thresholds carved in cliffs
And somber faces etched in stone