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NEXUS by Dan Fogelberg

 

Across the vein of night
There cuts a path of searing light
Burning like a beacon
On the edges of our sight
At the point of total darkness
And the light's divine divide
A soul can let its shadow stretch
And land on either side.

And balanced on the precipice
The moment must reveal
Naked in the face of time
Our race within the wheel
As we hang beneath the heavens
And we hover over hell
Our hearts become the instruments
We learn to play so well.

Wealthy the spirit that knows its own flight
Stealthy the hunter who slays his own fright
Blessed the traveller who journeys the length of the light.

Outside the pull of gravity
Beyond the spectral veil
Within our careful reasoning
We search to no avail
For the constant in the chaos
For the fulcrum in the void
Following a destiny
Our steps cannot avoid.

Across the vein of night
There cuts a path of searing light
Burning like a beacon
On the edges of our sight
At the point of total darkness
And the light's divine divide
A soul can let its shadow 
stretch and land on either side.

Wealthy the spirit that knows its own flight
Stealthy the hunter who slays his own fright
Blessed the traveller who journeys the length of the light.

In a spiral never ending
Are we drawn towards the source
Spinning at the mercy of an unrelenting force
So we stare into the emptiness and fall beneath the weight
Circling the Nexus in a fevered dance with fate.

Wealthy the spirit that knows its own flight
Stealthy the hunter who slays his own fright
Blessed the traveller who journeys the length of the light.