Ahh … Here I am! — again?
no remedy, no reason,
Inverting the nesting doll to a gesture of torture
For the praise of my ignorance
Neither known or rehearsed by native espionage
Receding modernity, acutely privatising filthy decay.
You can tell soldiers disguised as colourblind chesspieces
Try to catch their dream as they blunder through clouds
( They’ll move without you, anyway…)
Afflicting whom ever cared to the professionalism
Of the final judgement, knighting amnesia unto battlefields.
Seeking something new while chaining themselves
To smoked-out superiors —
The abundance of life is always ignored, —
Observing the faith of absurdity,
Orangutans clot their own blood…
The mad child dancing on ruby and asphalt,
Holds a wrinkled beam to the sky,
(What no other soul bares!…),
The reels never stop rolling, memories dissolve
And all that remains is the will for everything,
A signal of nowhere repeating itself,
A portrait of some forgotten cross-eyed lord.
I I
— Fuck Neologisms, the Curtsey of Existence! The Old Battle cry!
The symbols anybody else would gauge their soul over!
Everything I say is met with the hatred of what I expect,
The Plateau cradles the land I carve words from,
The Plateau itself remains still as it shakes; —
And the echo of thought resounds…
Ahh … Here I am! — again?
no remedy, no reason,
The mad child dancing on ruby and asphalt…