A poetic monologue exploring cosmic duality and inner transformation through vivid symbolic imagery. The speaker moves between heaven and earth, ashes turning to rain, and the tension between darkness and light, confronting war, deception, and ghosts while seeking salvation and peace of mind.
As above, so it is below. 'Cause all the Earth mirror Heaven complete with reflections of irrationality. The sun is telling me the labor's not in vain. When the ashes finally turn into the rain that falls inside you. Keep your peace of mind, 'cause blood is pouring lead between your ears. And clouds will surely rise and disappear and then outside you. Hours out of time. You wanted something from me, I could not oblige, so I looked in your mouth and whispered to the eyes, and now the eyes too realize that their eyes are closed. But down you met me higher than the heavens to obtain salvation from a dead man's clothes. Liar's plate is friendly fire, stole our sleeping rivals, 'cause dreamers don't realize that their eyes are closed. And what has become of this war? I thought I'd won. Does the darkness in life drip the sweetness in the song? Bright on the outside anyway. when the soul bleed, not your soul for me. There were ghosts in the garden lurking through the fallen trees of bright and heavenly silence where the lives used to be. The poems that fell from a fortune teller's fragile diamond lips would freely give to the giving grace among the holy gifts, so shed not a tear.
