The leaves of meat
On trees of your needs
This seed of a double standard
Dropped in verse
Lamented in song
This is the year of the Cyclops rising
Slowly from the ashes of the night’s fired dawn
This is the time of ever-love everlasting
Outliving fear and the roads gone wrong
Oh but the path
Less traveled
Heavy in the heart less loved
For this, like the omens
Piggybacking on the obvious
A chaos theory made flower
Pedaled into submission
Oh free the caged beast of we!
Oh free the sick from disease!
Plant deep the seed of need
Lunar pulling shall make it grow
Without light
Despite the sight of all the tendrils
Spilling cloud and storm into the eyes
Of the divine
Because we thought our lives were ruined
Because we ate
And now the time of us is woven
Into tangled beliefs
No god left
Oh Pandora!
Let the box be all we need
Because the monsters have been waiting
They could really use some sleep
No need to speak
Let the homeless spread the word
The we that listens will never hear them
And the they that beckons
Are only whispers
Hoping that no one hears
When they cry into the dark
Because the dark is winning
More and more
To squander
To toss over our shoulders
The beast is we
Losing footing by degree
Devils of math have decreed
THIS PLACE IS FAKE
THIS LIFE NEGATES
ALL LIVING SLEEP
This sloth has spawned
And oh now
Quiet
Lie down
All is resting
The fever’s breaking
Tomorrow beckons
Like morning weeping
And sleep is where we belong
Lonesome
Lullaby
Rotting song
Oh let this bell ring!
Let the night’s dress run
Into folds of deep breath
Beauty’s role shifted in the dark
And the carnal carnival caverns
Knowing
Their place in the dance
Let us dance before the sun
And the dead are winning
Life’s gone to the head
And the head not giving
And all we ever said has led
Us to the edge
And now it’s time to jump
Now, I think
It’s time to jump
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