Syn`chon*dro"sis:: Mother Time eats all children
fix the digits
concentrate on a connection
Grace is a reflection in gold-leaf mirrored tabletops, glory is a given,not a means to an end.
This is not a happy tale,
this tale is one of grief and sorrow.
Her shadow, dancing as it flickers..
i am swimming
in rosy pools streaming
down the street
What archetype have I activated
the buildings have dissolved
What have I attracted, by lake and liar, fold and fortune.
Bloody hands and sleepless sessions, I have created oily things and antimatter,
I have consorted with reckless thoughts,sought Your name by means of hieroscopy, danced the reckless days away with worry and wonder at the promise of Your coming.
organs' juice sprayed through skies and trees and people,hearts returned to meat roads ripped away..
: surge. cease operation :
It was a moment that left us all asking for ashes,
blastocyst phensedyl
dry cough linctus
& a partridge in a pear tree
a walking dream a restful sun the keys to open a vibrant priest
aren't You coming?
i have sculpted You paper roses,
through the sky of the sky
always ever up save for swallowed air;
logic a hole in itself.
The world is beautiful and painful, whole and broken, loved and hated all at once.This is my drug and anti-drug.
stay in the beehive
until your heart is golden
and dripping with honey
and you've met the queen
Turn Me into song; sing Me awake.
concentrate on a connection
Grace is a reflection in gold-leaf mirrored tabletops, glory is a given,not a means to an end.
This is not a happy tale,
this tale is one of grief and sorrow.
Her shadow, dancing as it flickers..
i am swimming
in rosy pools streaming
down the street
What archetype have I activated
the buildings have dissolved
What have I attracted, by lake and liar, fold and fortune.
Bloody hands and sleepless sessions, I have created oily things and antimatter,
I have consorted with reckless thoughts,sought Your name by means of hieroscopy, danced the reckless days away with worry and wonder at the promise of Your coming.
organs' juice sprayed through skies and trees and people,hearts returned to meat roads ripped away..
: surge. cease operation :
It was a moment that left us all asking for ashes,
blastocyst phensedyl
dry cough linctus
& a partridge in a pear tree
a walking dream a restful sun the keys to open a vibrant priest
aren't You coming?
i have sculpted You paper roses,
through the sky of the sky
always ever up save for swallowed air;
logic a hole in itself.
The world is beautiful and painful, whole and broken, loved and hated all at once.This is my drug and anti-drug.
stay in the beehive
until your heart is golden
and dripping with honey
and you've met the queen
Turn Me into song; sing Me awake.