Alone among the crumbling husk of a dead city
Snow piles up to form throne of lust and self-pity
Bones in the dust speak tomes of a soul gritty
Hope’s torch dormant in the pocket and .50
Shod for lockstep with god between the poppies
Stone facade fucked faulty forms an odd robotic copy
Roame a steppe stoic with the onus on me sloppy
I’m home alone, cuttin’ archives choppy copping a
Personal apartheid, segregated brain prints
Live listen learn then wonder where the time went
Dissonant sins getting kicked cognisant
Given the givens our fate is fixed in a splint
White knuckles on a ripcord, fist misformed
Finger split, freefalling through a brainstorm
So here I sit, lit decoding the cuneiform
Calcified crystalline and living in a waveform

Living for the ways worn since the beginning
A path traveled emphatically by those with vision
Outside of all duality, pursued by men and women
alike for all reality brushed aside and hidden.

Cross-hatched curves of occluded light Strike the worn
Floor before me in a millisecond snatched From a stormy
Night by the lightening describing a crooked Arc between the
Firmament and earth within a spark -
I start a second later mind cemented in the Past the
Pattern represented within memory perHaps cast
In brain cells constructed similar to That
Electronic visions isolated under Hat
Collapsed down to thought from energy eminAted at a
Greater rate than information disseminAted in my
Body, my construction is awfully shoddy, Sorry
Constricted inefficient and gaudy Hardly
Sufficient given the visions I live internally Vivid
Given nocturnally and infernally Livid mission to
Close the gap is in effect to find volition
Livin’ without permission, without tradition

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I killed God by force of will to spare myself the rod
of prayer to all the swill and fraud they care to laud and learned

With time I freed my mind to see the signs without design
Beyond the causal lines defined within the human mind
Accumulated clouds of brilliance, a trillion filaments
Punctuate the firmament, the hub as it’s weeling in
Our perspective, the planet’s axis acts as
The point of reference for every evidence
The eminent effervescent information bent through our senses
editing contentment with the way we used to represent our
Place among existence, raise a fist like a piston
For all the death of truth kept hidden
Blink back the blinding light, think back and find your sight
Drink black and bind your rights, make it ink, define your plight
Consign the night to firelight, warm your hands and feet
Remind the fright of it’s position, only smoke for heat

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