The End of Time

it is time to go, doctor
for you must take the longest journey
for the voyage of oblivion awaits you
It is the end, it is oblivion

The long journey to oblivion
darkness, up and down and sideways
the deepening black
darkening, utterly dark,

there is nowhere to go
there is nothing to see
there is no direction any more
find an exit from the fallen

the waters of the end
our soul cowers naked in the dark rain
already the flood is upon us
into the house filling the heart

the deep and lovely quiet
and soon it will rise on the world
still blacker upon the soundless,
ungurgling, dark and endless ocean

out of eternity a thread separates itself
The upper darkness is heavy as the lower
for there's the dawn, the cruel dawn
on the outside world

that fumes a little pallor upon the dark.
Is it illusion?
does the pallor fume A little higher?
the flood subsides,

and the body
Swings the heart renewed
where still we sail darkly
even so, a flush of yellow and strangely,

darkness at one with A flush of rose,
and the whole thing starts again.
our strength leaves us,
to bid farewell to one's own

O chilled wan soul, a flush of rose.
gone! somewhere you will need it.
for we cannot steer and have no port
the end is washing in through the breaches

on the blackness, Nowhere! out of oblivion
like a worn sea-shell emerges strange and lovely
faltering and lapsing on pink floyd
even of oblivion