Saturday, March 31, 2007
Part 1:The Scroll
Embryo of man stretches, pushing on the yolk of my eye. She shuts with grace to equalize the internal pressure. Fist to your eye and the world begins to slur. We’re all just swimming in this void of air, and I question my own sanity. Fall through time like the vacuum’s been set to empty, and pull up hard on them horns to take flight- God knows them two rings won’t leave it all behind easily. Swing ‘er up into the brisk, and ask nothing but to hold your breath. The roar of prehistoric beasts groan their titanium howl, and over the metal wall the scrap pasture of perpetual post-apocalyptic meager adventure beckons your trek. Somewhere a ring sounds on a oxidized ladder, and the time slows down under the gapping song of looming lights on high. They philter the air and as you feel the drenched velocity. Look for a slurred mind and a closed right eye and you’ll find me, between heaven and the tempting gates of hell. Between the Brown Day and the mammoth rolling fields of cranes and mechanical colossus, the cyborgisour specters of nightmares to the industrially wary. See me in the slur of life, when worlds collide, and the difference between the existences is indistinguishable. Along the artery of the city, and the mellody of the beast sings with the voices of friends, and in the face of the desolate, there is to only be found bliss. It’s like God jerked the scroll with grace, and we’re lost in the dream of reality. Obscured by the lost elements not sought, only to be stumbled upon by the living.