Poetry for the pressure company... An invokation !

[faunflynn]

Casting silent shadows
Eclipsing all right , all wrong
It's the flsh your spirit borrows
That frustrates your spirit's song.

We're right up front
In the back of beyond
With the low down
on the high flyers.
With unfashionable passion.
And standard deviations.
We've the inside information.
On your undisclosed desires.

And we slept
waiting to come
and after sleeping
came to where we are one

And we buried ourselves once again
at the four point of the compass...   [boxing the compass.]
waiting for another's alchemy
For another ages time to pass

And so we slept
waiting to ncome
and after sleeping
came to where we are one

with a dog headed dark [ Anubis.]
That howls in the night.
with daggers for claws and lanterns for eyes
So driven by dreadfull appetite
to forever scour hell's starless skies

and we are the hand
that turns the ferris wheel
Fortuna the furies and fate
who decree what is false
what is real

And we sing our song of machines and alchemy
Foe all that has gone
for all that will be

And so in moments
such as these
We sing our song
To inform
and to please
And pray for a better world ahead.
For all who went before
both living
and the dead.