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Glass Cannon Symphony

from A Month of Sundays by Epignosis



Two hearts converge; an eruption ensues
Two heartbeats light the fuse
And one more heart is stirring
For a time yet unknown

The hands of the youth are the work of the aged.
The mundane and deific combine:
Creation engaged
In creation’s design

If the world stands here solid as stone
The deepest impressions endure.
It’s my hope, my prayer
Among the ancient canyon clefts
We’ll find yours.

They’ll be yours.

Fire away
Can the volley kiss the sun?
Even in the dark night
Will the shockwaves spread the daylight
When the dream is done?

Fire away
Make your one shot really matter
Is it more than a symbol?
Will the planet tremble
When you shatter?

You will only break apart
(At the end of this dear dream)
As we gather up the pieces
(You’ll reflect the brightest beam)
Every detonation
(Is from a fragile piece)
But each illumination
(Brightens in our hearts and will not cease)

The anthem of the last farewell
(Echoes on and on)
The chorus every moment swells
(As we join the evensong)
The voices growing fainter
(Are holding on and holding still)
And then at the last breath
The orchestra plays for you, and it will.


from A Month of Sundays, released April 28, 2019


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