there was a miracle at Attebury Grain
Something born of nothing, carried by the rain
Dark and shining on the béton brut
The lord of thought running the stairs
Up and up, further in
a beast stole a star, yellow and blue
A lie can be a lie if the lie is true
Everything before and after, thus spake the doom
An anti-star burned into my retina
The eye of god and the un-eye of anti-god
i saw you drowning in your grave
The corpse of a future man
An animal plan rests on dead grain
Forgotten forever-father
i see that i am filled the same
With water and nothing and death
i am not eye
i am not thought
i am not sinew
i am not planned
i am not unplanned
rye and sand
Ergot and urgod
Rot like your rot
We were the children of everything
The offspring of apocalypse
Meaningless connection
Until it is not
The sin of ideation
potential transgression
From the City Star do i rise and fall
Carrying a broken arrow
a Public and Universal Friend
who was no friend in the end
i swam in the ghost of the ocean
and thought of you
gods and bee stings
The bitterant of knowing
a kindness machine
never built and never broken
An ever thought in diamond
Clear memories angled into cutting prison
The more i see the further it is from me
A blunted shovel in my hands
i only ever sharpen what i need to break
Will Green Arrow save the Justice League?!
i was taught about a ghost that loved me
and stalked my thoughts and dreams
An angry and jealous specter
Silent and silencing
i’m always on the run
Dark in the desert
When i catch the sun, i can finally rest
But which one?
The chittering beesong of the burgeoning dawn
Joyous murder in our hearts
Capturing lost ground
Prismatic death
A gift of light and lightlessness
Listless and lilting
i am afraid of stopping
Exorcized from my heart, mind, and soul
The jars of myself
i must choose to live or else
The miracle of nothing is squandered
Osmos and cosmos
the gods of hell are the gods of heaven
i cannot be rent from you
but there is a spiral of distinction
what you said and i say
to live another day
evolve or die