An old guitar.
Foreign winds.
What’s left of this room?
I was King of the Fires.
Queen, of Wise Councils.
In a time. On a line.
And my boom still looms…
Ah, dark pen—
My note, now found.
This brazen will;
Beating. Bound.
Blooming. Loud.
It was all on the
far side of
an underground wall.
A monolith crumbled.
The last, great
fall.
Glass was smashed.
The gold was free.
We found salt ground;
red knees to the sea.
Broken up children—
born again.
Free from fate.
Our father’s holy sins.
Oh, the day failed
the low and weak.
Dare I? Still turn?
The other, flushed
cheek?
Spheres were conspiring to
bust or break.
Had one last stand.
All we could take.
Outta town. Babe.
I turned them down. Spades.
You stayed to play. Blades.
Glossy false. Dark games. Heyday?
Hear my cackle-roar.
It clicks and echoes like timber.
Wolf. Be wary.
You and I were face to face.
Hey…
I walked off clean.
Andromedan dreams.
You still don’t see?
I cried. The screams.
Casting oaths into cosmic crevices;
Aye, I’ll be there when you rise !
I’ll be there when you rise !
I’ll be there…
RISE.
They couldn’t see. I plead with the meek.
Low ground feels good when
you’re asleep. Eh?
Falling dumb? Nah…
Right on your back?
Yeah…
Oh, honorable Hysteria,
Meet Modern Medusa.
A Magdalene Mystic.
Pissed off again.
Don’t fix it.
Don’t fix it.
T’was my own right hand.
That made the choice.
Called the crash.
A deliberate voice.
The break broke through.
We heard them weep.
Tears touched and moved
the sleepers who seek.
Trails of songs that longed to sing;
oh, the bell will toll!
They’ll bend the knee.
All our warring; consumed.
All our boring? I’m un-bemused.
Go back inside.
I’m branching out.
My ancient ruins.
Temples abound.
I still feel the purest paint.
I am free.
Don’t try. Being more.
Life has died a thousand fires.
So give me a cigarette. I’m off to inspire.
Exploding quietly
through the mire.
Unshackle the wrists.
Uproot the moot.
Take the bough from the bow.
Untangle your locks.
Stop playing and pretending that we are
lost from the dream.
For you and I are the ones who see.
For you and I are the ones who see.
Remember, me?
Remember me.
Andromeda. She dreams…