I don't have a clue who I am talking to Or whether or not what they say is true
Misty night... The fog & rain outside Twists & twirls in that Slow way... You know, head-on, like We all saw it coming, The lights... Dance & thrum, in & out Of focus, the vibration Did I... Lay my head down on the Hot steel of your tracks? The way... You head that train, like Fog & rain, has me guessing But probably...
Gleaming in & out of Haunting flickers, Pastels for your Color's bent rack, I toast in Blue Funny though, The Vibration Caught up in, Caught up in A hand that Swallows up An Innocent Bent & sent, Marched up To Gallow Down trodden
We would refract light as we Were ancient glass beads, A cat's eye or perhaps Anything else, Pure jade? Sat out, sun soaked Toes curled in We hung onto the Earth With all we had Out of fear of, In anticipation of Floating away We used to refract light As were ancient glass beads & Still do some days
"...gut you like a blunt and reconstruct your design..." -Cappadonna
Cobbled. The house with stones, laid wide and Barely stacked. Thin and grout, the Ones inside wore a tough skin. The same that seek the softest Fleece. Concaved. Parabolic smiles and phrases turned Into a bowed, little moon that beats And blinks. Speaking to the monsters Living in our chests. Ourselves lurking Under each, warm Breath. Contrived. Guess we'll just succumb to this thing, This "fake it 'til you make it" can-do Attitude. That seems harder to do than To beg for anything else. Nothing more Than a false-flag attack Of self, fueled by your cool Indifference. I'll try my hardest to walk away. The finger of Neptune will flick My earlobe again, again. I come right back again, again. Maybe it is nothing. Maybe it's absolutely unavoidable. Maybe it really is just nothing. Instead, it's fucking Pisces.
Bending light using only your bare hands? Seems as impossible as Faith most days And soon that bending will be science And so computers will pray All these green boards and embedded Highways, metalic tee-pees All those tiny cities - silicon bitties, Electric traffic and modulating Signals trying to parallel park Sounds similar to a bad feeling, When you have a second thought A strum of the heart's strings in Love - a breezy afternoon Perhaps we have made these Circuits simply for fuck's sake or To mimic, so we can Worship our own electric signals 15% Human 85% Monotheistic Technophiliac Hybrids engage a narcisistic frenzy Of showing how they are, in fact, The one that is best suited for Your sacrifice and praise And this was how we used the Thing we love the most, This is how we use Our microchip brain
I reached out as warm light, Asked to see You and Your Blood For a moment, nothing more; A cup of tea Instead of an answer to The Above (it), you asked About ecstacy And let me tell you That really sucked the Bliss outta me What is Your opinion? Of whom we really are? I wouldn't mind if you told Me what has come apart. Because sometimes I cannot Tell whether y'all are My latent dream Or just my broken heart