Eons - LooM

Traverse this corner, pulled by the bend

Find ourselves clinging.

Find ourselves shaken and hesitant

We see our size.

We see our place

Glued to the souls that sustain us

We see our shape.

We see our speed

Fixed on this gear as it grinds, digging a path over time

Forward we are falling.

Spinning, twisting, writhing

Far off forces calling us closer, closer, closer

Far off voices calling us, closer to forever

As we begin to allow, leaving questions behind

Aware and enlivened with our existence

And yet we’re still spinning, twisting, writhing

Inside we stretch our spirits, out of touch we plug our ears

With each convulsion against this glow, it slowly brightens

Not to spite us, but to bring us to terms with the reality

That we must pull ourselves

It’s only a matter of time we don’t have

A question of spending life we won’t get back

We’re plunging anyways, we might as well go headfirst

Instead of wasting eons defining who we serve