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Artificial Injection/Transmission |
Like unto like electric
it’s a litmus test of attraction
for what bleeds best
together
Angels and Aliens/Brothers and Sisters of The Wound
we are all slaves to many systems
knowing it’s simply an illusion
doesn’t help in breaking the spell
I have seen the way these die are cast
You read the tea leaves in my eyes while they were resting
Even if you catch two breaths
from the giving tree
at the same time
how much luckier still
should we ever learn the truth
that all these pretty colors
are fated to fall
returning dust to the soil
from which it was sourced
so here are my ashes and bones for the altar
here is my worship of all your good charm
here is my music hung in the air
dancing with ghosts as they howl
the wind is magnetic
radar and echo
reverb
static in the hum
copyright 2019
Scott Thomas
Outlar |
