Abstracthropy

[tieryn]

Lunar seeing cycles
Loch awareNess Monsters
a way in cells you lament,
could there be another day?

Part myth, part man
part moon, part time

In this abstracthropic torpor
I'm unliving what was wrought for
nothing more than seeking quarter

I am a were of the situation
It creates the beast I am
I was bitten once before
and now its poison runs right through me

Lunacy in cycles
Lock awareness monsters away
in cellular meant,
could there be another way?

I am a were of your intentions
they create the mould I'm in
part of me derives from knowing you
now tell me what I'm showing you

Lunar seeing cycles lock
awareness monsters away
in cells you lament,
could there be another nay?

I am a were of my perceptions
and I'm aware of their lies
Sight, sound, scent and taste decieve me
feeling fulfullment never found

Lunacy in cycles lock
awareness monsters away
in cellular lament,
could there be another yea?

We're all were beasts of our creation
acting out our manifold roles multiplexing
elements and instruments of real and imaginary
modal modulated signals
frequently frequencing
from this freak to sing