Pan of the spear
of fossil bone
and
silence
his
voice
a weapon.
Experiment number nothing.
The upside down side of me.
Is that the monster is me
because of all, the ifs, and the
god damits I\'m only human!
Day shapes this portal tongue,
in serpents that run
on banisters
of fires and
flames.
Skulls and black holes.
The king\'s crown doesn\'t fit
on his son.
The final text reads. Still I\'ll
leave the same space inferior to complex
called \"head\".
What is the scope of a head
that can only view distance
and second sight.
What if? The language we use
is only a escape for the weak and
we can\'t even speak to one another
and time takes us all in this whirl.
That Pan\'s language is sought.
Silently his bond he stains the last temple
to the tombs of heroes that deserve to burn.
He crucify his beliefs if only to reach out to the dreams he betrayed.
I\'ll pale the flags we wave, if it could show the score
between me and the layers of clouds I\'ll stick out.
If I could explore this world if loneliness is the only
rebel rebel call? Silence the name.
The words blank in the slate, can only the moon...
taste the river. If only the Sun...could chase the fire.
The language of your river.
I\'ll set my course with the flying beast called \"humanity\".