These eyes, did I die behind these cold blue eyes?
Did I know where to go?
This light, eclipsed in a worn disguise did glow even though my cries were
driven by those echoed lies
No where to roam
Open my eyes, enlightened the child that whispered bardo omnio
Let me belong, eat my raw,
stick me empty with
your hungry claws-bring me light
can you feel the tension burning?
The soundtrack of our lives,
on an early April morning,
may be able to re-define
the standards of this restless emptiness...
Carved out of velvet, draped in truth – to reach omnio
Let me be strong, let me draw all the lines
that fall upon the floor-bring me life let me feel electric tension
I am greater, taller and a thousand times smaller
From a ghost that told you where to go
to a piece of flesh that need to know
And as I turned my fragile skin
-I reached omnio
I have gathered bricks throughout a lifetime
to build a house where I will live
The door is where I write these words
-the window where I forgive
Restlessly I searched the hallway
for the truth of yesterday
But changes cast their ugly shadows
-the basement is there host today
is this the omnio
I have been searching for?