Water rests without a wave
No grave to dig
no shore to save
Mist hangs low above the silt
No guilt to tilt
no hope to tilt
Time dissolves in thick damp air
No need to care
no need to spare
No need to care
no need to spare
All sharp sensations sink away
Into the grey unchanging bay
In the still bog
the current sleeps
No current leaps
no seed to breed
I sink into the quiet swell
No heaven
no hell
no heaven
Sax breathes slow through misty veil
No mournful tale
no cheerful tale
Zither hums the deep low tone
No king
no throne
no king
no throne
No locked up doors
no open doors
The synth fog wraps the stagnant scene
No in between
no in between
Just endless
unshifting hum
Where all extremes become undone
In the still bog
