Mercygorund

Air-built madness: unfamiliar charm   Hides in the softest 
eyes
And ponderous smiles manifest denial   But heavy heartless 
  Conscious of our load
Hurled by dreams into a separate world   We dig the 
thoughtless earth

With fingers lighter than the breath   Of lifeless minds 
awaiting death   On this Mercyground

What may transpire in this stagnant posture   Tradition 
multiplies
Where repetition reigns and the air smells of age   And 
prayers of sightless   Blind us to the earth
Disenchantment sings in voices fortified   Our sleep is 
justified

Prone and weary from descent   Our eyes reflect empyrean   
On this Mercyground
Safe inured we lay to rest   Pinioned by our helplessness  
 On this Mercyground

Empty smiles drag us down   Until we softly kiss the ground
   And all movement is lost
Silently we all sink down   Embraced within this 
Mercyground   And all movement is lost