Magic is just the first step

[The Affliction]

Geared towards murder, the blade and the tree,
Shining only to you meaning me,
They're as hollow as you are,
Far from it when you're facing reprieve.

The past is a dimension,
The future, another plus more.
I found time flowing through a hole,
In the carpet on the floor.

Let's weave back and forth, in and around motion.
Let's be faster or slower, but never stay,
Like an interstate highway commotion,
Oh, God's having a Darwin day.

Bringing us back!
So, let's play today in the garden of forking paths.
I brought a gilded spade to dig up what we see fit,
The flowers are richly brushed,
Made unclean, forged with unsightly grit.

I can't believe we tried to divorce ourselves from this.
"Bring us sharper knives!"
They'd call from down the hall.
"Come, come, this is our lives!"
That's all they loved, after all.

Bringing you back!
Let's not try so hard next time,
Putting words to every crime,
Things make themselves rhyme,
Allowing mind, start the metronome;
I'm bringing you up, bringing you down home.

Off -course, but on the path of higher glory,
That you found so attractive in the morning.
We're all blood, sweat and progress,
Sub-reticular linearity, noble souls in duress.