Struggling to resurrect profound limits
muse the vision, knowing time fell
******* shell
fired precision
blasting glow
foundations scattered
never formed, never happened, never sure
no measure, no matter, no philosophy
hyperbolic flattery
to limited function
within crumpled artillery
will never sea,
no import
no importance
no semblance
mutiny!
We throw humanity in
no height
no weight
no fall
no grace!
Question?
Encompass stacked
shifted only slightly
pulled gently apart
shifting smile or a part
oblivion!
we echoed
from the start.

You will not find, but will know
record, not driven
of above, nor down below
faith in numbers, call to arms
revisited body, fragmented words
porous motivation, pious shell
complicit deception, nor hope
could cradle civilization

relapse, awkward position
****** force of introspection
strike balance, no metric
discovery tragic coverup

cite the source, no reason
change scenery, mockery
within confession
proffer sweet, lasting embrace
here and now
unrequited
gutted by action

form a missive, time at issue
ended dismissive
words broker, no heal
could crush plot
dance, within memory
sum of all parts, spire
mastery, where now lay
dormant, a King
in waiting, unable to move
a condition, no form.

I am a visitor in the past
heavy bass and hops
a surgeon, eyes following
leaning on iron
fist pumping ire

I only live in recollection
worry terribly distortion
racking
I wore a tie
I wore leather
I wore a lie
erased you, I did

I can bounce off a memory
wave at the ****** face of hilarity
knowing I can't go back there in reality
smell my hair, comb it with a part
slick it back
I zoom on by
who the **** was that,
never could catch up
the why

Never a master at tickity tick
present never present
I'm so distant, there I go again
waving at the ****** up face of hilarity
I click, I click, I click
flying by wave after wave
no difference between each but so rapidly different
that is reality
just not really
who said so
not me
I did
no really
no reality
that isn't me
just a memory

Change the sound
vibrate charm
no hand
no form
no world
vacuous gas
laughing design
waving at nothing
never existed
no one saw it
but you did
paradox
both, yes, you read it
morphed the reality
just a memory
a picture
Green?
Smell it.

Manufacture
play strings
bounce memories
fly light speed
see the edges
laugh at the image
see all of you
none of you
some of you
the thorn of you
***** pluck plunge
please do
not end

Sat upon throne, my naked body
racked of bone
Tin foil crown
kept within forested womb
dressed with silver chill
as you danced and dangled
ministry, my salvation
my doom

False light, flash
I throw down
you take my form
you take my form
you take my form
YOU TAKE MY FORM
I touch that part
I foam
You strike
AXE, ARROW, SPEAR!

Reborn
You grab again
I give you my youth
You just take
smile as you smoke
blackened you smile
the heckle of that look
reminisce at destruction!

Sit amongst papers
no mind for matters
recalling that glorious crown
hold what little
of that time I can
submerged
a tin foil womb
baking that ******* within
I TAKE YOUR FORM
and dance and dangle your salvation
we dance to destruction

We strike the core
I dance like a drunkard
mocking
MOCKING
mocking
I touch that part
mocking
You see that ***?
You strike, I strike
You shoot, I shoot
we know the plot.


Our form, assumed
The dance of being alone
in that form
Only we know the tune
allowed for the beauty
of reality so dark
now a vacuum
the soot travels
whirls within tinged light
history's ghostly whim
******
I sit back down
I touch that spot
MOCKING
MOCKING
I breath, you breath
WE STRIKE

That feeling never far apart.

Could it be written, thoughts...
for silence cut in the shape of wings?
That fluttered, stuttered;
*****/flops
muttered.

There was always an air of calm
within jets,
a gentle violence, general states
no lines, no connections;
dictation, broken breast,
affliction.

Each day a trial;
The Great Tribulation!
wings cut through silence...
shape remains;
earned defiance!

To battle, fly.

I was wrong

The instrument I was playing
it wasn't out of tune

I thought it was something else

as I played offbeat notes
it revealed a beautiful monster

I was wrong

I thought it was something else

It glowed with spectral feelings
opening valves that should have been closed
so many facets to this being
I'm enhanced

I was wrong

I thought it was something else

I gave it air, I gave it my hands, I gave it my face...
I thought you were someone else
Who was I to be wrong?
Haven't I been playing you all along?

I was glad to meet you
I was sure you were someone else

Together, my beautiful monster,
I'll make you real,
glad you're here,
this was a perfect tune for us...
somber, majestic, synthetic,
microbial, pungent, diabolic,
colossal, all very near...
fixated on an elevated platform
we're lit like an attraction,
we're joined for all to see.

A beautiful monster,
I was wrong,
won't you accept?
Apologies.
I thought you were someone else.

We don't know how to play the song...
bold melancholy flows
tinged with mercy
sedated urgency;
I was wrong
departed we fall silent,
no longer recognize my face,
we both hear a tune lingering
no idea where it came from...

won't you accept?
you're someone else.

Here the body
remains.

Multi-strobe hitting beats
teeth in dark light,
deep bass.

Growing an insurgent
emergent blasting howl
tingling ecstasy.

Where is it from?
Where has it come?
Colour frothing
swirling, hanging bodies,
hand in hand...
bounce and jam.

Here the body remains.
Glued.
Movement,
stretch...
reaching pinnacles...
form and function
yes...
frozen
beasts
alive.