Columbus

All my art springs from the blackness of my soul
flowing into shape at the call of love
there is no light without dark, two parts: whole.

Fancy the forms of all those things above
finding strength through the dark matter of my will
flowing into shape at the call of love.

Such beauty in silence, the void and nil
but nothing without flames of hellfire
finding strength through the dark matter of my will.

The lofty heights to which i aspire
have already been gained and they remain
but nothing without flames of hellfire.

Free captivity in this prison brain
the  passengers and crew on my voyage
have already been gained and they remain

free, eternal, unspoiled by their age.
All my art springs from the blackness of my soul:
the passengers and crew on my voyage.
There is no light without dark, two parts: whole.