Inferno In Stillness

Contracted again
Bloodlet old memories
Dead experience
Not by chance

These memories rise
From dancing with dead

A cult of sorrow
In the cemetary
Of memory city
Near Radio Reality

Glass and reflections
In sacrificial incense

Offer to the airwaves

Buried praxis

Shimmering in trees
While their roots drink
Deep into dark soil
Where cultists dig

With plans to withstand
Cease your

Dead memories
Waxing poetic

Changed expectations
From all to null

Dangerous associations
To the flytraps
Catching destiny

We’ve murdered rumors
Like yesterday was now

So good at reciting
No time has passed

Walking again on
Paths with vantage

Attended the underground
Scene impermanent
But always there
Yet always changing

Once again
Wrapped around
My arms and legs

Chasing meanings in
Packed crowds of
Freak kingdom

Every handhold
Oozes with tacky
Thoughts wiped away
On restaurant napkins

There’s paranoia around
Every corner
15 thousand steps in
And it’s 1 AM

Flower stamps fading
While replacing
Memories from before
Reforging the destiny

Used to be uncertain
But now it is ash

Patchoulian records
Burning as they’re turning
On an ornate table
And scorched by needle

The cult of sorrow has
Captured the experience

Played by records, this
Inferno in stillness

Reality City in cinders
But breathing into morning
Still the city is alive
And I too am, once again

Maybe donning a new brand
But bringing to my face a hand
And listening to the jingling
Memories that made these things

Published by Jake Thomas Shaw

Concerned with memory, currency, and destiny, I strive to capture each one as they happen. Join me and consume reality! Radio Reality. City!

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