Mvt II: Repeating Lyrics

And when this tightrope

We are all marching across

Single file

Finally cannot withstand

Our weight any longer and breaks

Will we gladly free-fall in to the abyss?

When will the harvest come?

When shall we reap the fruits

That have been tended for centuries?

Weather-scarred bodies eternally bent over

Aching for rest

Dissatisfied with this barren endeavor we take to the sea

Where no mortal man can follow

In secret we built our wooden vessels

Hidden from prying eyes

Imbued with esoteric symbols of protection and freedom

We launched into the unknown

A sheet of endless dark glass

We tracked time with the lunar cycle

Its gentle caress more comforting than that of the harsh sun

Our floating homes gradually became circles perpetually cast

Drawing power from the moon and the waves

Attention focused on finding purpose

Evoking powers abandoned long ago

Summoning those who might offer a light

In this eclipse we had been living beneath

In the distance upon the horizon line

Loomed a misshapen shadow figure

This homunculus birthed of my own pride

Detached its arm and with it cleaved the sky

Cloud from cloud

Air from air

Our ships mere toys violently dancing among the frothy waves

As the mountainous golem drew closer

I recognized it as one of my own creations

In the moons past it must have gorged itself on arcane energies

To achieve these proportions

Immediately I recognized it

And gathered the materials together

To banish it from this realm

A masterless beast created by man

Much like that we left behind