Sacrifice your stories to the light wall
It's all sacred ground come night fall
brain tells the eyes what the sight saw
Fire gaze some burning land as the shadows play you understand
The dialogue of the gods and ten million elders whose deathbed sweat wets long dark embers their withered words come hidden in my questions I may only get a moment I got to get to the best ones I ask the west sun for suggestions she said some Questions never get answers they only get meanings
To we the ill ilk who still taste mother's milk no matter how far from the weaning
So we hide from our feelings up
on the home made ceiling
Indentured Dealings in dark our light stripped to a spark our measured mark scattered across continents still
We saunter in unchallenged & overconfident armed with
Over the counter commonplace common sense
The arrogance
that comes with forgetting
letting this time be everything when this time is only an offbeat in the scale a half quarter measure.
does the wing flap or the feather?
was it the wind or the weather?
These are the questions
the gods can hear
as long as they are asked
while dancing
as long as the dancer
already understands
the answer will have a life span
05/24/23
Jan 30
Jan 30, 2026 at 1:48 AM UTC
Sacrifice your stories to the light wall
It's all sacred ground come night fall
brain tells the eyes what the sight saw
Fire gaze some burning land as the shadows play you understand
The dialogue of the gods and ten million elders whose deathbed sweat wets long dark embers their withered words come hidden in my questions I may only get a moment I got to get to the best ones I ask the west sun for suggestions she said some Questions never get answers they only get meanings
To we the ill ilk who still taste mother's milk no matter how far from the weaning
So we hide from our feelings up
on the home made ceiling
Indentured Dealings in dark our light stripped to a spark our measured mark scattered across continents still
We saunter in unchallenged & overconfident armed with
Over the counter commonplace common sense
The arrogance
that comes with forgetting
letting this time be everything when this time is only an offbeat in the scale a half quarter measure.
does the wing flap or the feather?
was it the wind or the weather?
These are the questions
the gods can hear
as long as they are asked
while dancing
as long as the dancer
already understands
the answer will have a life span
05/24/23