Before the Sword
I am cast outfallingYou’ll find me burningbefore you find me crawling vile deceiverscreamingReality rawEden was a man lost dreaming Just creationnaturebuilt-in instincts
I am cast outfallingYou’ll find me burningbefore you find me crawling vile deceiverscreamingReality rawEden was a man lost dreaming Just creationnaturebuilt-in instincts
a moment caught in a blinkthe image, the lingering after-imageetched on the inside of my eyelid in negative reliefWhich reality do I
The sun went down, and the reflection died with the new moonI don’t know the answers, but they’re going to be inflicted
Blinded by piles of pursued acquisitionsRunning headlong into coming attritionA maze to amaze from the things on which we grazeNo depth, just
Metastatic metamorphosis evolutionary changetime-lapse tickingWill it be human? Will it be strange? Will the new growth be cancerWill it nurture the body electricWill