Solar Self immolation SpiralCosmosArt Poem

 

 Pink Floyd - Set The Controls For The Heart Of The Sun

lyrics "Set The Controls For The Heart Of The Sun"

Little by little the night turns around.
Counting the leaves which tremble at dawn
Lotuses lean on each other in yearning
Under the eaves the swallow is resting

Set the controls for the heart of the sun.

Over the mountain watching the watcher.
Breaking the darkness, waking the grapevine.
One inch of love is one inch of shadow
Love is the shadow that ripens the wine.

Set the controls for the heart of the sun.
The heart of the sun, the heart of the sun.

Witness the man who raves at the wall
Making the shape of his questions to Heaven
Whether the sun will fall in the evening
Will he remember the lesson of giving?

Set the controls for the heart of the sun.
The heart of the sun, the heart of the sun.

Solar Self immolation SpiralCosmosArt Poem

Solar Self Immolation

Great are the voyagers on vessels
reaching victory's
shores
Greater are the bearers of lighthouse beacons
for this urgent chore

severe stress induced analgesia
awaits the soul


launching phoenix rockets from the depths of despair
ascending to heights above the air

the spirit grows forgetting selfish cares

kindle with fuel blaze
flashing the distress symbol / [signal]

lucid of perfect
perfect as infite

finite are our lives
and material strives

flawed as real
August handmaiden
kept in zeal

weird & leary
compounded as eerie

pain is the rage
that spawns the wisest sage

crash course to obtain altitudes of madness
kindled inferno ripping away sadness

destruction is glory that leads to the truth
one inch truth is
one inch less ruth

brightness of truth casts
shadows of lies
carcass uncremated
becomes the feast of flies

complain or boast
or silence surrounds you

standards of merits are cold distant and far
the immaculate pure heroine
is sheltered under [roofs of] foul black tar

fear of submission is desire to dominate

games that people play
the sellout prices they pay

challenges that people taunt
talents that people flaunt

and rivalrous contention that haunts

talents that people hide
and talents lacking people
chide
and talents that people ride
dim and dreary
of nosferatu's
covetting weary
given a smirking sinister snide


Vixen of Death Dances with solace

Solace over sorrow
defeats need for games tomorrow

heirarchy mind
games lurk in shadows . . .

blissfully ignorant
miserably hate from smarts

painful love joyful tidings we all rub
spinning faster and wider the whirlwind’s hubb

ladders of merit are filled with rotton wood
telling us only what we wish we could
a rung of height of glory
is a depth of envy

psyche of restless
bests us

out in a blaze of glory is the final story
solar self immolation
the inferno of the phoenix
is the new sun's creation