Gliding High Below Me
My soul is separate; it leads the way. Transcend the bullshit.
Where mere mortals crawl, I've come to fly.
How these silvery sheets of foam chill my skin,
Yet I cannot find a way to purify.
Why can't I forget where I've been?
Onward I glide, holding pace with time;
Nearing a boundary that should ne'er be crossed.
To the edge where the dead men lie,
Yearning to find those Li(v)es that were lost.
Outside of the presence of all Mankind,
Underneath the realm of all we can find.
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