Genesis

[James]

I walked into the jungle and came out as a man
I'm not the lotus torn by the void's eye
The astral eye will be my night
It will never dance the dirge of dawn
It will be the darkest bright
My air in summerland is crystal, not crime
Whither, wilt, whisper in its name
The wilt of a halfman
Is not the wilt that is mine
A voyage through the ocean under the skin
I became apart of that sea, that is when
I became a man

I drank the violet waters from the fountain of a halfman
I'm not the crying creek quilting a moon's ripple
Or the ground whispering to its mirror Mars
I'm the gale of dust under the drifting grey mountain
The eyes , these eyes, aren't fading by the eye
In the creeping of the silver, it laughed
That laugh was a forest without trees
In the bark I saw no man
There laid a heart
It was my heart
That is
When
I became a halfman

I limped from the caving house and saw a boy
I'm not tied to the alice tree of dawn
These swimming solid leaves are not me
Behind the halfline of my velvet sea
They float me across and I become gold
The waters of metronome shift to the waters of man
And the waves of man become the sea of silence
That is when
I became a boy

The tree bloomed an aurora of leaves and I became nothing