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