These eyes, did I die behind these   cold blue eyes? Did I know   where to go?   This light, eclipsed in a worn disguise   did glow even though my cries were   driven by   those echoed lies No where to roam   Open my eyes, enlightened   the child that   whispered bardo omnio      Let me belong, eat my raw,   stick me empty with   your hungry claws-bring me light   can you feel the tension burning?   The soundtrack of our lives,   on an early April morning,   may be able to re-define   the standards of this restless emptiness...      Carved out of velvet, draped in truth   -to reach omnio   Let me be strong, let me   draw all the lines   that fall upon the floor-bring me life   let me feel electric tension   I am greater, taller and a thousand times   smaller   From a ghost that told you where to go   to a piece of flesh that need to know   And as I turned my fragile skin   -I reached omnio      I have gathered bricks throughout a   lifetime   to build a house where I will live   The door is where I write these words   -the window where I forgive   Restlessly I searched the hallway   for the truth of yesterday   But changes cast their ugly shadows   -the basement is there host today      is this the omnio   I have been searching for?