Pain hurts, but only for a minute
One hot night in hot hot bandages
Has left me aching for them
Never has such an incident
Left me so cold
and alone
Please end me
END ME, NOT NOW
SOME OTHER TIME
Because the pain hurts, but only for a minute
Stars heal, heat finishes
Supernova, then expanse
Into something other than pain
Geddy Lee is the new Virgil
In this coldfire supernova
He was forged into it
And now the duty is his
Now he leaves his post
To the place
he has come to fear the most
In the stars he finds himself
“Virgil, you am I
now and from now on
Realize it, move on
get ahold of yourself, man”
April gets a bad rap;
Mr. Eliot, you were wrong–
December is the cruelest month.
Death is inevitable, but
the trees
close their eyes,
the animals deny
the winter’s lie
and sleep until
the Snake vomits up
the sun again.
Put the white blanket
up to your chin
and stop breathing
for awhile;
there’s a promise
beating in the
frozen ground,
but the silence
drowns it out.
Nah, it’s just the issue of Geddy Lee refusing to take himself seriously about being the new Virgil. I’d expand on to as to what exactly that means in terms of the real world, but the answers you’d make would be much better.
