Darkness falls on a nugatory space, Warmed lead fills the flesh with radiation, Like a dying man's last meal. Consumed not out of necessity.
Dust crumbles into the palm of a man's hand. The rafters fail and the debris accumulates, filling salty memories. Convalesced not to the light but an empty eternity.
A void filler unfolds, To occupy unlimited space. But has no spine, no meaning. Tempered by its own weakness.
No courage, no fear, Converging alternately, the books are balanced. The unhinged fall to stronger prey
Like a timekeepers watch in illiterate hands, A beat misplaced, a lonely man's rancor dissolves Into pain, hate, misunderstanding.
Rooted in the less realized matter of self. Criticized, uncircumcised, undignified. Destined to be destroyed, and no memory can recollect.
Soundscape: Bombilate by Rail Dog
