this fog xeroxes
a blank mind...
dues eX machina.
curled up in bright raindrops
that cling to the idea
of a branch.
as a certain Mr. Darko stabs at
a mirror...Bunnymen Echo
through the fog.
diving down the holes
of her "Killing Moon".
those
songful submissions of dire
lyrical agency.
Mr. Darko will stare out
impolitely...till the lunar
mission completes itself.
Dec 2, 2018
Dec 2, 2018 at 1:30 PM UTC
this fog xeroxes
a blank mind...
dues eX machina.
curled up in bright raindrops
that cling to the idea
of a branch.
as a certain Mr. Darko stabs at
a mirror...Bunnymen Echo
through the fog.
diving down the holes
of her "Killing Moon".
those
songful submissions of dire
lyrical agency.
Mr. Darko will stare out
impolitely...till the lunar
mission completes itself.
