Clairvoyance
Morgan Dodson of Stories, Nicholas Dodson
Beneath the endless drone that deafens my ears, I can hear the echoes of a dream I had
And it's reminding me..
We are hollow
Calling me to wake up
A beacon of clairvoyance is forever, completely out of reach
I've been searching for the barrier separating man and beyond
A stone sealed door divides the weak from design, and it never opens
We are neglecting what we should enshrine
Near the burning lantern light to your feet with light leaking through the cracks of this room
Realize we can't see everything
A beacon of clairvoyance is forever completely out of reach
Our perception has grown weary of the apparent world absorbing a torrent of focus...
In longing for myself to wake up