The Long Hello - The Honing of Homer lyrics

A shaft of light, an eagle's wing A mountain top, a signet ring A crucifix, the axe's swing These prosaic things will be gone in the wink of an eye With his voice falling short in the silence With his sight ever growing more dim With his senses now tuned to the infinite What place has envy in him? What a waste of life observation is If unaccompanied by any inner reflection or change If the way of life is mysterious Then the ways of Man are even more strange With a whole range of feeling inside us We perceive but do not comprehend Like children with games full of magic Who toy with themselves to the end Toy with themselves to the end So many things pa** before him And in his fear he wishes he could hold them all close Even though his grasp is clumsy And there is nothing here he really knows In sublimely indifferent ignorance Now aware of the world he might miss His sight stretches out like a hand in the night And is severed at the wrist So many thoughts come towards him So many dreams now as he slides on that steepest descent Into ultimate darkness So many tales, and all that they meant In sublimely indifferent eloquence Now aware of the world that he holds His sight which has blinded him all his life Is excised as the stories are told And the stories are told