Precarious
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Sigur Rós - Brennisteinn
The Bull, The Moon, The Wound
The Yellow Hydra of cowardice entangles with its draining tentacles, constricting me from become what the universe intends for me to be. But the Gray Elves lovingly shred me, eviscerating the invading cowardice from my corrupted body, as Taurus, my Cosmic Self, careens through the galaxy - after having phase-shifted, dropping down from the ephemeral realm of Holy Archetypes, into this world of mud and matter - with my Future Self reflecting in his bulging bovine orbs. He carries LOVE through the coldness, through the vacuum, a benignly neutral energy alien within these confines of Space-Time, yet vital in its very continuance.
I am DEAD. I am EMPTY. Entrails abandoned. Leaving me open to the fullness Taurus brings: my rebirth. The Gray Elves have prepared me. The last vestiges of the Yellow Hydra escape from my mouth, my nostrils, driven out by LOVE. The Moon rises, observing as I temper your wound with the Hyra's vapors. Fighting fire with fire, turning cowardice into its enemy. This is my gift to you. And in so doing we are both healed. We inherit the momentum of the cosmic bull. No more constriction. The Moon is calling. We race to her! The Bull crashes into the Moon becoming One. Her crescent /His horns. And the yellow, which had been cowardice, becomes sunlight - cleansing, clarifying, life-giving warmth - physical manifestation of LOVE.
The Bull, The Moon, The Wound
The Yellow Hydra of cowardice entangles with its draining tentacles, constricting me from become what the universe intends for me to be. But the Gray Elves lovingly shred me, eviscerating the invading cowardice from my corrupted body, as Taurus, my Cosmic Self, careens through the galaxy - after having phase-shifted, dropping down from the ephemeral realm of Holy Archetypes, into this world of mud and matter - with my Future Self reflecting in his bulging bovine orbs. He carries LOVE through the coldness, through the vacuum, a benignly neutral energy alien within these confines of Space-Time, yet vital in its very continuance.
I am DEAD. I am EMPTY. Entrails abandoned. Leaving me open to the fullness Taurus brings: my rebirth. The Gray Elves have prepared me. The last vestiges of the Yellow Hydra escape from my mouth, my nostrils, driven out by LOVE. The Moon rises, observing as I temper your wound with the Hyra's vapors. Fighting fire with fire, turning cowardice into its enemy. This is my gift to you. And in so doing we are both healed. We inherit the momentum of the cosmic bull. No more constriction. The Moon is calling. We race to her! The Bull crashes into the Moon becoming One. Her crescent /His horns. And the yellow, which had been cowardice, becomes sunlight - cleansing, clarifying, life-giving warmth - physical manifestation of LOVE.
