Distantly Calling

Check the course
Get the readings out
See the source
Of the centuries
In this cage
Know the boundaries
Leave your age
See the signs of it all

Time does speak
Speculations of what we see
All relating to
all that’s known
Contemplations of
What we’re shown
Hidden meanings
In open seas
Prying knowledge
From living trees
When you find
It you’ll know

They’ll teach hate
Open season for
Hell’s own gate
Sad, sad, stories tell
Grueling fate
Dancing fires that
never end
in a place that’s not
made for men
Let your conscience
Ring in the blend
Then you’ll know
so much more

Sunblown stars
Reeling endlessly
Crave the chance
For humanity
But they’re lost
For eternity
One they crossed
Shall take charge
Of them all

Stars that shine
In the heavenly
Ring sublime
Waiting hopefully
For their time
To be openly
brought inside
Catch the meaning
Of all that’s said
Lest you find yourself
With the dead
It’s the season to know