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Dec 2016
Call to the crow who slides between worlds,
Take me back on your blackest, acid wings.

Hallelujah the angel of psychotic fables,
Show me to my home when you hear me sing.

Eluding to Lucy, my Lucifer knew me,
I ask through the eigengrau, LUCI FER ME.

Help me discover the world undercover
Which ticks beneath my feet.

I whisper to trees and they answer with ease that
I seek a song that is not sung here.

I walk power stations, their humming temptation
A call that only I can hear.

I inquire of the pylons how I might sing their song,
The sore solemn workers work silently on.

I walk under bridges, their purpose religious,
The pipes and the wires,
The concrete and tyres,
Industrial spires,
I think
I think they hear my song.
Izzy Daltry
Written by
Izzy Daltry  19/Agender/Newcastle
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