Digging the Sky

Staring at words, into beings Staring at a hole, a body Digging up the soul, earth Digging for a golden truth The queens staring at words, she is way more than the world, way more than the light The substance my queen, her body a stone and the sky its rightful king... Their realm too lofty for my worth, too high for my being Too high to dig up, my arm pushes through, gripping blossoms of spring Here is where everything rests, where anything lives My eyes are distant, my eyes are lazy, graverobber of morals I dug way too low to climb back, too proud to look up Alliance of thoughts, for to my dust of the blind, help me in defying the sky Establishing invisible reign, and staring at gold I can only think, thinking that I am... She's way more than the world... a menacing sight At the top of her tall white coat What does it want, that wind shivering seas, the fly laying eggs, the present that sticks? What does it mean, the elastic power of an ocean, the need of the earthworm, the future that slides? The code, hidden so badly, too obvious and noisy to unveil I hear myself saying that all is said Never would I even imagine myself, licking your body laying under mine Frustration, the shield of distant connections and never will I break the code The search is pulling me down, too down to look back The queen's staring at words, she is way more than the world, way more than the light... Excluded, vain, unable to reach, to battle the lie in disguise Digging for a golden truth... Digging the sky