I look into their eyes and see ghosts
the humanity slipped between cigarette masks and cheap alcohol
caught phrases played through terror jukeboxes
the hunters and their pray
carnivorous and leering
maddened exhaustion and temperature drops
like parallel lives mutated and horrifying
linguists attempt to give nutritious supplements
banter after malediction
in proving this is not a test
somehow i am in the midst of it
journey tablets written on coarse stones
wild amplified honey
daydreaming through the nightmare
reliving the disintegration of existence
radio wave warfare
digital age empire of binary codes
teach them something of beauty
muster some inspiration from the depths
photocopy enlightenment and mass produce it
we are arrived and collected
for prism and for source
to be in the lights
shivering our forms through context
not rotting with the barflies
evolving greater than
these cavemen
so obvious and illusion fed
i sit back and fasten my eyelids to render the chance of escape
in obtuse formats wincing between rays of ocean
sift the image
to
cut new perceptions out of magazines
make a collage from your true history
it all levels out
the compression dies off
the tape ends
and you rest your head
hoping to drown out the sorrow
of all that noise that make
about breathing with their own intake
a collapse within the borders
of self exclamation and resilience
i can still hear them speaking about nothing in the back of my head
at some lonesome table breaking bottles and losing brain cells
nerve endings twist tabla language through blood rhythms
shaking the spell of idiocy from its lair
cremating its lust for disinterest in reality
(composure)
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tired windows.
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