Hora somni
Tonight is our night.
Tonight is our night to walk the world with trembling our most trusted companion. Tonight is the night for every creaking eccentricity and screeching worry to laugh at itself among friends. Every scrap of self loathing will be pinned to a canopy of foreign stars, tonight, burnt up and thrown away.
I dream of slumbering monsters torn free from the shackles of their sleep eternal by the fevered, desperate whisperings of lunatics, erupting from the ocean and engulfing the world in fire and visions. Tonight my songs are a weapon to poison the earth and curse all men. Tonight we celebrate our deformities and cheer on the madness that envelops us. Where would ordinarily be a place of such sorrow has become a spring of youth and newness--may innocence always inhabit our wickedness.
On any other night the merry we will make would undo everything, but tonight is special, freed from a debt to tomorrow. For just one evening, we're allowed to invite home every possibility and act on any whim. Maybe, more than that, we'll catch a glimpse of ourselves standing outside of time and carry with us into morning an understanding of what it is we embody.
I create and I destroy and I create again. I am love. Not all of me is fair. Not all of me is pure. When the stars are right, I will give you everything you desire. When the stars are wrong, there is no limit to what I will take from you.
I am shambling, shattered and glorious. There are a lot of us.
Tonight is our night to walk the world with trembling our most trusted companion. Tonight is the night for every creaking eccentricity and screeching worry to laugh at itself among friends. Every scrap of self loathing will be pinned to a canopy of foreign stars, tonight, burnt up and thrown away.
I dream of slumbering monsters torn free from the shackles of their sleep eternal by the fevered, desperate whisperings of lunatics, erupting from the ocean and engulfing the world in fire and visions. Tonight my songs are a weapon to poison the earth and curse all men. Tonight we celebrate our deformities and cheer on the madness that envelops us. Where would ordinarily be a place of such sorrow has become a spring of youth and newness--may innocence always inhabit our wickedness.
On any other night the merry we will make would undo everything, but tonight is special, freed from a debt to tomorrow. For just one evening, we're allowed to invite home every possibility and act on any whim. Maybe, more than that, we'll catch a glimpse of ourselves standing outside of time and carry with us into morning an understanding of what it is we embody.
I create and I destroy and I create again. I am love. Not all of me is fair. Not all of me is pure. When the stars are right, I will give you everything you desire. When the stars are wrong, there is no limit to what I will take from you.
I am shambling, shattered and glorious. There are a lot of us.