| Theres a form in the path, bloated seed that you cast | |
| It distracts as it breathes, from the cracks that it leaves | |
| Gorgon screens, time congeals round the mind | |
| Till I'm sealed, like a fly trapped in grease | |
| Losing limbs, a metaphore for your land locked dreams | |
| A cross hung, in dead air | |
| Your gelatinous words will not penetrate there. | |
| Your consent is just a fiction manufactured to the letter | |
| Protected from yourself by someone who knows better | |
| Fate keepers, in constipated linear structures | |
| Each puppet works a puppet, think you can ever stop it? | |
| Crystalised my mouth dries, the gap yawns to the size | |
| Of impossible loss and I'm fully transported and | |
| Standing at the ice hacking at the surface, | |
| Forms loom beneath it a well that holds a timeless secret. | |
| I wont sit silent by. | |
| Don't you secretly sigh for | |
| A way to bridge the dark and endless spaces | |
| The void left by apathy and sucking need? | |
| If each atom touches to every other | |
| I'll generate send the wave riding out. | |
| I am not buying; you are trying my patience | |
| Invest my mind in a sounder kind of gold | |
| The yolk nourishing, here within lies a stronger hold | |
| Bolder words unfolding a cooler, older, absurder version | |
| I wont be casting any worthless aspersions | |
| You took my name and number from a gift list | |
| Insist this is the cheapest, latest | |
| Fortunes are attached, no risks asterisked | |
| I am a seed carried high across the sky of infinite life | |
| If I get stripped of my wings | |
| I will be dropping headlong at a world so gone | |
| Sponsored by, fixed the score | |
| Blame who induced, introduced this meglomanic war | |
| No cure-all preparation for a fundamental human flaw | |
| And we still want more | |
| A million gobs, all teeth, grief and screaming | |
| Faceless tantrum, repressed fury becomes | |
| Dead and doldrum | |
| I cannot centre; I'm hell-bent and burning | |
| Open and undone expose the empty answers, someone | |
| I wont sit silent by. | |
| This war is bloodless and silent | |
| Relentlessly tightened | |
| Majesticaly subtle | |
| Adjusting the totals | |
| My reason and purpose | |
| My body is worthless | |
| Aware as if heightened | |
| The subtext is fat | |
| A gobfull of grease | |
| And they like it like that | |
| But im alive underneath | |
| A kind of firewheel centre says | |
| "The lies are obese" | |
| I wont sit silent by. | |
| This aint kansas | |
| I recognise you | |
| I think I can taste blood | |
| I cant feel my legs |
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