Oh, I don't mean to sigh, or groan,
No this isn't a moan I don't mean this
Word the way it often seems but
Have we became the 'ironic points of light'?
That was your prophecy, I guessed, anyway.
But if you can see, please look and
Well, be happy, maybe?
See us working, not just verses
But lit by sound I'm here in a big
Mixing *** of music ready for the
Bruises of potential.
Nah, I'll bask in the fun of this
Experimental sapling all small just now.
Here I am sprawling beatwordbeat
There he is with beatbeatbeat
Letter to the letter (MPC?)
But, **** it all if I don't love this
Chance for poetry.
Well me and my flatmate Robin are working together, music and poetry. And if anyone knows 'September 1st 1939' by W.H. Auden, I hope you understand the point of this. Creativity will save the world!!