And No Song Befell Us
A devastating delay, In-direction;
Wars throbbing erection.
On this acoustic world, the boots of anger march.
In the mud, impressions of hijacked souls;
Run, run, run... on blood-bound soles.
Destruction like this, so swift and non-selective;
Obtains it’s goal with no objective.
Post-destroyed; Defused Android!
Ground-zero hero:
In a pseudo-Messiah’s future tomb.
Archaic chord thus wailed;
From infinity’s waning womb.
.... and this
a forward crawl
to absence
devoid acclimated
over time
disassociation
naturalizes....
SONIC-BOOM!
Pre-ringing toll; Empyrean bell.
We await the arrival of distant swells;
Couriers of the 'stand-by’ travelling chimes.
Better late than never.
BLITZKRIEG!
Quick and clever,
From our ears,
The high tone:
SEVERED
Left deafened, we turn inward;
Making covenants with the flesh,
And the feel of it.
Dull becomes the spirit receiving no praise.
And in finding no good cause in spirits dull,
We keep them in immaculate straits;
Stuffed and crammed,
Inside of heart crates.
Quarantined;
Behind closed-eye-gates.
A 'Real Presence’?
—A Real Waste.
Amid strong, persistent vibration;
...We await still the ringing.
I have to say that 90% of this was written sixteen years ago, despite the '2013' tag.
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