Third notes (sketch)
May 26, 2012 § Leave a comment
From the third; you note, “the fourth”, thrice – have been in the mind of mine
lurking the gates and late I hear a soft smite, a full globe shines dark at night…
and it is hearing, hovering the lands in the mind of mine
It is aid only through thy sacrifice – and with this pain bear will the feel of life…
a deep gash born when inside grasping greets threshold and smile;
there is a huge globe full, so full of shine.
Clocks locks the domes of steel, they construct tires and wheels
from the missing tooth, “A lie” will lay, the same stinger – now inside thy brain
read without eyes I beg you try
try and tried – cannot and won’t comply.
Chess, it’s the less – and you play, moving yourself inside my brain
I see the moves; the lane – I cannot see the plan in plane
my turn has come
did I lose, and lost the game
Heavy footfalls urges present, weren’t they soft paces in lawn?
shackles in ankles… or have been my ear to hear much more
grand cities will be at our dawn
but shan’t we wait so long, along alive
Rumor: cults of times – mesmerize with lies – for a huge fly flies around their mouth.
Hold lamps with towels, the wheels of time
disguise and hide… until it dies, fades with faces it has made cry
Infinity will null, form the blender, shred the truth
cosmic munch and blabbering doom
the marks on skin
defines and then defies what you’ve seen.