Neutrality (Ssivyin's theme)

I don't like to think politically
Ceaseless quarrels are annoying to me
If only I could step off this reality
And stride out into the blankness of infinity

I'm a freely-floating entity
No container can encompass me
No matter how I might look for group unity
I'll still be slopping bog-mass mired in an oddity

I'm not full of red-orange sunset rays
Sometimes my grasp on my appearance frays
I'm not a dreamer on the mystic frequency
Nor they to lead your squad to victory

People may think I'm a waste of space
But I can only move at my own pace
I'm not a kettle to pour cups of tea
So why should I try to ought not be me?

I'm not a monster from the shadows
Nor could I soar on flawless swanlike wings
I find rules quite blah but anarchy Herr Straw
To fit the grain goes against my rings

You see I don't like sheep and I don't like foils
A shade of peach-orange-beige is for what I toil
My flag is a patchwork made of muddled countless skeins
In autonomy I see the only brains

Wheat or chaff, curd or whey
Why cannot it just be grey

Land or sea, day or night
Why must all be black or white

Tech or farms, earth or man
Who drew up this master plan

[Instrumental meanderings]

I'm not one for deep philosophy
Sides and platforms labyrinth endlessly
In my heart I just want to be free
To transcend the boiling deserts of futility

I'm not a saviour from the heavens
Nor could I scald with brands of burning flame
I think it's not that great to just deliberate
But crusading toward death's just lame

You see I don't like fists and I don't like clowns
A stew of lukewarm heat is for what I sound
My anthem is a medley made of myriad jumbled parts
In but neutrality I find the only start

Dogma, fact, now or then
How can we give one the ten

Deft or dumb, friend or jerk
How can we know what will work

Plebs or folk, fiends or kings
How can we divide all things

[Instrumental meanderings]

I don't like to think politically
I'm not one for deep philosophy
In my heart I just want to be free
In my heart I just want to be me

Incongruity and Duplicity Sing the Blues

Alone
(Girders baulk at the sun)
Unknown
(Them frogs ain't singin' yer mead)
On my own
(Dustbrooms fight for blue skies)
Tempest-blown
(Axes grindin' the lead)

I've no name to my name
(When I catch 'em cornhusks twinklin' in the night)
And no face to my frame
(When I set 'em peaks of deep-fried melodies right)

If I could just get a gasp within my grasp
(For a day when grates can fly like crows!)
To tag this seamless vault without a clasp
(When fir trees's sproutin' feet and toes)

Would I at long last have the code to self-reclaim?

Only one
(If this one fine rooster don't count)
On the run
(Vetch sprigs whistle the blues)
Never done
(Dial 'dirt' for earthworm buffets)
Helped by none
(As all the roads depart on a cruise)

I've no face to my space
(When I see 'em crystals myanderin' in the morn')
But much race to my pace
(When I fly like a madjay from the cattails' thorns)

If I could just fill a bill of will
(If bats could dive and snakes could fly)
Could I kill every last urge to do ill?
(A flightless teacup's gotta try)

Or would I still be a coaster made of sin-pierced lace?

[Instrumental meanderings]

I've no name to my name
(If an eight-legged horse ain't gonna make the cut)
And no face to my frame
(Honey, would you move my tractor outta this rut)

If I could just find the zeal to get a reel
('Cause these wily leaves won't count themselves)
On this shifting self I cannot feel
(Only the swallows' paths could tell)
But when I don't have a self to know as me
(And an unmarked dishrag buys no hay)
How could I rise out of obscurity?
(A speechless vase could hardly say)

If I could only just out my true face
('Fore the key fobs blot the light of day)
Could I pull myself out of disgrace
(With the pea pods singin' yippee-kai-yay)

But when I don't have a self to know as me
(And the misplaced tribrachs cannot scream)
Where would I put my new integrity?
(Would it just leak out like a tea kettle's steam)

Or will I ever wander round without a place?

El Halcón del Aéter (Arkturuse's song)

Praise be to Haru of the heavens
The beaked defender of this sphere
For to Him I owe all I have wrought below
The height of which none will ever near!

I'm Arkturuse Miraharu
A bird much like a darkened swan
Between my worldly wits and this unfailing team
We could carve towers to the dawn

Some may call me prideful and bombastic
But is that not all just a part of being grand?
A person of my quality should escalate
Until the skies rain tears of sand

Hail Haru of the desert skies
(An example for all)
Hail Him above the jess
(Yet I fear I may fall)
Hail Haru of all-seeing eyes
(Though I crow and I cheep)
Which I do not possess
(Deep within I just weep)

My doormat spells the name of Haru
A falcon rests upon my head
My faith spans greater than this boundless void
And that's quite a thing to be said!

I always conduct myself with honour
I bow my beak unto my guests
I have the breeding of a gentleman
And I never give but my best!

My comrades are only but the finest
My haunt is lavishly with jewels clad
My vast wings can carry me through anything
But yet I still cannot be glad

Hail Haru of the blazing sun
(When I'm cornered, I fly)
Hail Him of evening shade
(When I boast, I just lie)
Hail Haru who sees everyone
(Oh, my heart may be wide)
On every landmass ever made
(But there's nothing inside)

A warm flame stirs below the mantle
The walls pour aeons of ordeal
I will never forget those who died for me
Even if they weren't even real

The papers gush about my grandeur
I'm known quite far throughout this space
There's no one without awe that my likeness saw
And as such I must keep my pace

My heart spans greater than a empire
And beats sonorous as a horde of lovesick swans
Our spirits blaze as part of one great gleaming fire
But how long can we pressure on?

Hail Haru of the golden throne
(In the end, I'm just one)
Hail Him of truth and right
(And there's nowhere to run)
Hail Haru who holds chaos back
(Should my form turn petard)
And never falters in His fight
(Would no one mend my shards?)

Praise be to Haru of the heavens
The beaked defender of this sphere
For to Him I owe all I have wrought below
The height of which none will ever near!

I'm Arkturuse Miraharu
A sir in which you can confide
Although I can't see what's in front of me,
My aspirations are ten leagues wide

Hail Haru of the desert skies
(At the top I reign strong)
Hail Him above the jess
(But can I stay here for long?)
All have weathered my pride
(Hail Haru of all-seeing eyes)
But how long will that slide?
(Which I do not possess)

An example for all
(When I'm cornered, I fly)
Yet I fear I may fall
(When I boast, I just lie)
Though I crow and I cheep
(Oh, my heart may be wide)
Deep within I just weep
(But there's nothing inside)

At the top I reign strong
(In the end, I'm just one)
But can I stay here for long?
(And there's nowhere to run)
All have weathered my pride
(Should my form turn petard)
But how long will that slide?
(Would no one mend my shards?)

To stand without weight in a blackness so great
The age of which no one remembers...

A falcon must vie in this chasm so dry,
Lest its wings dissolve to embers...

An example for all
(When I'm cornered, I fly)
Yet I fear I may fall
(When I boast, I just lie)
Though I crow and I cheep
(Oh, my heart may be wide)
Deep within I just weep
(But there's nothing inside)

At the top I reign strong
(In the end, I'm just one)
But can I stay here for long?
(And there's nowhere to run)
All have weathered my pride
(Should my form turn petard)
But how long will that slide?
(Would no one mend my shards?)

There is something that passes through though I can't and shan't just call it "true"
It gleams at the seams from long afar and it pulses like the tears of stars

Though I've never seen or heard its kind I can only dream it will blow my mind
Though I can't touch its form or see its hue if I could just grasp its essence I'd know what to do!

I'm Arkturuse Miraharu
A bird much like a darkened swan
Though my handsome façade has a thousand awed
'Tis a thin ridge I tread upon

Pray to Haru we can stand as one
Pray my stately flair can bear us through
Should the winds be willing I may yet prevail
But if I can't what will we do?

Hail Haru of the desert skies
Hail Him above the jess
Hail Haru of all-seeing eyes
Which I do not possess...

Will I live to face another day?

Hakan Anapa of the balance of eternity
What am I but just a fractured dark humanity
A faceless halo filled with nothing and hypocrisy
A ripple's ripple on the murky pond of memory

NOW
HOW
CAN I HOLD

Of how tough
Of a stuff
Am I rolled?

How long (how strong)
Will it take (is my make)
Before I keel over and break

Till my shards
Fill the sky
In the cold?

Although I may be capable of pressuring my cheeks to turn
The space around my heartless void is twinging like an acid burn
As much as everyone may try to tell me everything's okay
Will I live? Will I live to face another day?

The day
is greyer than the Nile on a clouded day
The rain
is rain-like as it comes down on the outer bay

I spread my wings into the chasm just outside the gate
I stare out into the unfeatured dark expanse of fate

BUT
WHAT
IS MY GOAL?

Do I know
How to grow
To my role?

How far (from subpar)
Can I strain (through the rain)
Before I join the aether again

How far
Can I tote
This great hole?

I cannot know the meaning of the feelings known as joy or dread
I only know the spacious space that somehow occupies my head
Just ask me if the air is nice, if starlight fills my heart with glee
And I can only answer that it feels like a day to me

The blackness changes to an aura of a shifting type
Some airlike currents whistle windlike through the ceiling pipe
My ears flick upward as the vapours twist uneasily
I climb the dais as the restless aether calls to me

WHY
WHEREBY
DOES IT RING?

Is there purpose
Inside
Of nothing?

How deep (or how steep)
Can I reach (can I breach)
In this void immersed in black bleach

Till I find
The one source
Of this ding?

I know that half of what I think is likely just hyperbole
But it simply doesn't feel right that everything's the same to me
The blackish void the airish air the doorish door that leads nowhere
How can I even stand here in this state-like state of disrepair?

Hakan Anapa of the balance of eternity
What am I but just a fractured dark humanity
A faceless halo filled with nothing and hypocrisy
A ripple's ripple on the murky pond of memory

I cannot know the meaning of the feelings known as joy or dread
I only know the spacious space that somehow occupies my head
Just ask me if the air is nice, if starlight fills my heart with glee
And I can only answer that it feels like a day to me

Hakan Anapa of the balance of eternity
What am I but just a shadow of an entity?
A nameless figure cloaked in meaningless mythology
A shadow's shadow on the shaky tides of history

Although I may be capable of pressuring my cheeks to turn
The space around my heartless void is twinging like an acid burn
As much as everyone may try to tell me everything's okay
Will I live? Will I live to face another day?

Hakan Anapa of the balance of eternity
Help me rise above this empty state of tragedy
Show me how to bind my fractures for solidity
Give me strength to salt my shrivelling identity

NOW
HOW
CAN I HOLD

Of how tough
Of a stuff
Am I rolled?

How long (how strong)
Will it take (is my make)
Before I keel over and break

Till my shards
Fill the sky
In the cold?

I cannot know the meaning of Ma'at for all my fatal flaws
How can I wield the scale of Anapa in unworthy paws
If I could only know why people press through day and night and troubled air
Would I be worth my aethereal weight in decent-quality Ammut fare?

The blackish void the airish air the doorish door that leads nowhere
How can I even stand here in this state-like state of disrepair?
As much as everyone may try to tell me everything's okay

Will I live?
Will I live to face another day?