Dust

Mind over matter
Matter of the mind
Waiting for an incorporeal sign
To bring round the time
But time does not exist
Until it is time to take exit

The flickering lights make blind
Those who chose to stay behind
Left back inside the veil
What nothingness they hail.
They stare at things gone, and done
I dream of things that never were, and say what fun

Striving against flesh so tight
I begin to regain a little sight
Mind, flesh, matter, and soul
Are all to be paid for the Reaper's toll
And in the end we'll see
The ends of mystery

Knowledge fills the void
But alas I am again destroyed
Heaven was a bust
And fuck the Beatific vision
It shows nothing but dust