Rows of houses
all bearing down on me
I can feel their blue hands touching me
All these things in all positions
All these things will one day take control
And fade out again and fade out
This machine will will not communicate these thoughts
And the strain I am under
Be a world child form a circle before
we all go underAnd fade out again
and fade out again
Cracked eggs dead birds
Scream as they fight for life
I can feel death can see
it’s beady eyes
All these things into frution
All these things we’ll one day swallow whole
And fade out again and fade out again.
2 comments:
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I know the light IS stable, the wind often blows it out, it is never simply there, shining like the sun, shadows are cryogenic, But.., it's worth Fighting for.
Its worth it to make those cracked eggs into gangantuan dinosaurs & give them eyes that have hope, confusion & plight -eyes that are not numb. Let the fading prepostirites commence, let the blue hands take you on a voyage & then my dear, the warrior shall spate well-armed than EVER before.
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