UN Conscious trauma
My DNA on fire, in wrest, and restless is my spirit
Like a broken branch on the Cottonwood
We reach to the water to heal
Awake, anxious
I leap from my head
To discover the flesh worn from toil
Another spine bent back too far
Innocence a term of abstract, the remains a meal
Of a memory born too far to grasp
I am reborn in the morning only to forget by the fall of light
I sat with Trudell to have a smoke:
Electric Babylon
Fading
Warping
Distracting through form when all is formless
Petty idols
Hollow as the void of its creation
Loveless is the disposition of its makers
This is no way to live
Here is no place to heal
The virus is the worm and the worm an empty promise
Stagnant, dwelling in perpetual manipulation
Unable to find the wings only butterflies can bring
A perfect parasite
Feeds on the wound
Pulling back the bark, stripped and teased
And made to please
All progress measured in consumption
Numbers with no relations
Letters with no meaning
Words with no correspondence
The structure, a tower to sustain a model
Built atop corrupt intentions
Dressed as the emperor
And sold as the godhead, so being is a sacrament
When every sacrifice is only to deepen the void
Convince the heart of its separation
The toil is for waste
The heart of love a forgotten taste
A wool spun from illusions of empty creation
Is the fashion of your only modern day choice
Another drag, and a kiss from a pipe, the wise man continues:
Forgetting that remembering is what we came to this fire to talk about
Burn the log of truth
Remember your brothers and sisters not in illusion
A mad ones play in a dark room to enjoy what laughing
Is
Where has all the laughter gone?
To the bottom of a bottle
Where have all the muses gone?
Into a hole in another artists arm
Where have all the flowers gone?
North on a train
With refugees
All the way to New Orleans
With the weight of patience in the same dead dream
Long time passing means
Long time passing means
Long time ago.