Lychgate - An Acousmatic Guardian

I cannot escape my shadow
My double speaks in whispers
(Tunnelling underneath me
Beckoning me to follow)

Behind the curtain – like the Pythagorean Order
Speaks the master – decreed from above
Cast upon sails hoisted
Cast upon soldiers raised

By the power that seizes the human
By the power that breaks the soul…
In… to… false hope

I am frozen to silence by a policy of terror
A tree's roots bolted to concrete

The ear of Dionysius…
A principle is inverted
My every word and thought is cast upon a map
(A pliant voice is heard like a slashing whip)
Lurking but shapeless, invisible but staring

By the power that seizes the human
By the power that breaks the soul…
In… to… the broken sacrifice