Last night I dreamt I died, I stood upon the precipice to overlook oblivion and spy the great beyond.
There at destiny's end, I died but did not know it and in the instance of my death, eternity departed.
Beyond the realm of life's snowdome, I now watch our blue bauble and the fate that waits.
How it all seems somewhat small, whom and what we were, for now and evermore we are not to be at all.
MEANDERINGS
Out there on the edge, on the precipice of oblivion, beyond the realm of life's snow dome, I watch the trinket dangle, the sun god holds our blue bauble and the fate that waits.
MUSIC
Gayane ballet, Aram Khachaturian 1939
Atmosphères, György Ligeti 1961
Lux Aeterna, Clint Mansell 2000
No longer there, Cat Empire 2007
Beethoven's Silence, Ernesto Cortazar 2009
LINKS
PAGE ADDRESSES
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judas1.com/snowdome
judas1.com/hereafter
TAGS
Hindsight, Hereafter, Inverted, Earth, Planet, Death, Dreams