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WHERE ALL TRACKS LEAD
There is a song with no body, there are words tapping like the legs of giant centipedes, straining through darkness. Each stride uncoils its segmented length, with a sound like a scrunched up paper bag. Crisp and dry.
I lay here and the muck of the past year is a patina on my skin, a dreariness clogs these veins. How did I allow this to happen?
I have been here too long. This infernal region where all creation ends. I have become deadened to wonder, lost in a two dimensional reality, seeking corners to bend myself in three.
An array of faces, the steeps of past tension, the parade of friends who could never make it, riddled by pressure, the alcoholic extent of their season; fallout, the burn is coming, you cannot last. I have been sent whirling down a corridor of horrors. I cannot see paradise, I never could. To long to be accepted. To reject. To project the self perceived persona I am not perceived as, to mirror those around me, to throw it back. I’m too dead inside now. No one else can carry my herald. It is a Spartan rag that beckons my ascension.
Will Captain Michalis stride down these sunny boulevards of Paleo Kastro? With his bull neck and his brown eyes, snorting, nostrils flaring like bubbles from a muddy puddle. Will he stride and blots out the flaming blaze? Will the storm gathered at his brow freeze me in my tracks?
Here, gathered at this northern port: Kaptara captured in the glowing sweep of Helios' crown. I am going to claw the grey from this tomb of flesh. Return what I surrendered at the shrine of compromise.
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if I was fused with blood
if I was a mannequin bound
would the moon hammer in my heart?
would the mountain draw me closer?
if I were a creature of instinct
if I were a cog in the fixture
would I strive to get out?
Would I feel so at odds?
there is fire and my words are nothing,
there is rain, my words gasp from me,
the night without a friend can crush me,
dreams are a breeze of myriad realms.
We are feeding through and fazing out.
The airwaves throng with mixed up electrons,
particles dance in waveform,
binding up these memories
we immerse ourselves in mortal transience
like the death dance of a fly, spiralling around the light,
vertiginous with the buzz of life,
too fucking blind and stupid to stop.
We shoot the dope, get too drunk, have unprotected sex,
drive too fast, extra cream and a fry up double size.
We can’t help ourselves,
we can’t control ourselves,
there is nothing holy can halt the madness,
only a sudden slip from grace
or the merciless trip
that signals a paradigm shift for us all.
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