Citadel reverberates to a thousand voices, now dumb
What have we become ?
What have we chosen to be ?
Now, all history is reduced to the syllables of our name-
nothing can ever be the same
now the immortals are here.
At the time it seemed a reasonable course
to harness all the force
of life without the threat of death.
But soon we found that boredom and inertia
Are not negative, but all the law we know.
and dead are will and words like survival.
Arrival at immunity from all age, all fear and
why do I pretend ?
Our essense is distilled
and all familiar taste is now drained.
and though purity is maintained
it leaves us sterile.
Living through the millions of years
a laugh as close as any tear;
living, if you claim that all
that entails is breathing, eating, defecating,
screwing,drinking,spewing,sleeping, sinking ever down and down
and ultimately passing away time
which no longer has any meaning
Take away the threat of death and all you're
left with is a round of make-believe.
Marshal every sullen breath and though you're
ultimately bored by endless ecstasy
it's still the ring by which you hope to be engaged
to marry the girl who will give you forever-
it's crazy, and plainly
that simply is not enough.
What is the dullest and bluntest of pains,
such that my eyes never close wihtout feeling it
What abject despair demands an end
to all things of infinity ?
If we have gained, how do we now meet the cost ?
What have we bargained, and what have we lost ?
What have we relihquished, never even knowing it was there ?
What thoughts now of holding fast the line,
defying death and time ?
Everything we had is gone.
Everything we laboured for and favoured more
than earthly things reveals the hollow ring
of false hope and false deliverace.
But now the nuptial bed is made,
the dowry has been paid:
The toothless, haggard features of eternity
now welcome me between the sheets
to couple with her withered body-my wife
in still life.