time ticks at a gap of 23 seconds ahead
behind the door of the unrehearsed world
the grace of love was not met
by unrelending ovations, tv multitudes
i have bathed in such glows
silent at times, like shooting stars
finding a home in the fires of falling
i cannot hear the sound of the offended
your broadcast signal is inadequate
the argument you use is noise
it is lost in the dreamless hiss
lo, i have become as a soul of fire
wandering in the science of burning
kin to the seraphim at the face of God
see? all the saints these days are plastic
all the sacraments are make believe
and the man upstairs a projection
still, there is light, precious and free
enough sun to shroud you in dawn
now, the writing on the wall paints my doubt
it is the image of childhood darkness
teeming with imaginary the realities
and now, like light, i reach into the future
the child who believed, a little dead
who learned to walk the darkness
so, i leave myself 23 seconds behind
time enough to change everything just once
as i burn with life, without deceit
go the path down horizon’s breach
in love with all the queer aches and pains
good and evil on my shoulders, at war
i hear sweetness in the sound of the void
i swear i could hear the roses sing
Reflection
1:40am saturday, 12th december
What's going on Stand, have you made a A.I. robot to take over the planet yet?......What's up?
Reflection