Is the infinite in disguise,
Beyond the realm of what is shown,
He sits upon his timeless throne.
His empty eyes do access All,
And gaze on both sides of the Wall,
At hollow stories he had spun,
As fossil visions, melting in the sun.
Now his mask that withered with the weather,
Knows a silent spring that lasts forever,
A kingdom where the hollow boy,
Wears every face now as his toy.
His eyes traverse that thoughtless ocean,
A twilight land of depthless motion,
Where dying comets, smothered in the sea,
Are moments flickered through eternity.
Where a lullaby drained through a dream,
In silence notes its hollow scream,
As a message for the blind,
By an empty boy who knows his kind.
Now peace surpassing understanding,
Rest in his eyes so undemanding,
As a current of serenity,
Shines through this empty entity.
And our ears have heard it said,
How from these sockets of the dead,
A stream of light does run,
To the splendour of the sun,
How dust returning to the dust,
Are ashes of extinguished lust,
And eternity returning from the One,
Awakes the hollow eyes beyond the sun.
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