Sylvia Mae Gorelick - After Wagner lyrics

the heart of the earth is once exposed then hidden by the sliding surface of another planet that gold morning that falls on the screaming garden means it's a day of reckless mourning rising upward astral into atmosphere and rhythm measures distance between men and the divine obscuring things in tragic tongues the false arrival of the god in longing widow of light missing her chance at grace stuck in a lake of blood * treading softly how we entered penetraliums of song and swanlike only the weapon that k**s can save its victim but the slow-dying king denies himself the right to perfect freedom in the upper sphere he does not move — his languishing is nothing but a trace of blood and body in a box we learn too late to love our poverty and the towering sun still burns it sends its comets on an errant path across our city strife the boundless never sets