I move through waves,
Pipes calling into the hills,
Strings being plucked inharmoniously,
And I sing with them,
A soft song, holding back the rays of deep dark light in my body.
Pipes are calling to the hills,
As strings are being plucked with discord,
And waves are crashing over my head,
I am drowning listening to the music of the earth.
Choirs of darkness and discordant light entwine as the universe holds me up in the air;
We are flying to oblivion,
A safe oblivion.
A place were deep pitch warmth holds you tightly.
A place were choirs of darkness and discordant light cannot reach your ears at all.
They cannot reach your soul...
They cannot harm you...
Would the universe lie to you?
Would we lie to you?
Would I lie to you?
Would I lie to you?
No, i wouldn't lie to you.
You are here, the universe loves you.
It is shaping you softly,
You are your own royalty.
You are safe in the warm dark pitch.
No pipes calling to the hill will reach you ears,
No strings being plucked inharmoniously will wrack your body.
You will not drown beneath the waves.
And you can sing as much or as little as you need.
Sleep now,
You need it.
Another challenge is to come.