Far away from any city
There is but cloth and blood
Under no pretension
But release of such
Orgasmic silence
In being isolated
No rest for the wicked
No comfortable place
Yet so together
The world turns
Without us and
Time flies like
Scavengers
Circling their prey
A domineering call
Over night and day
Radio waves crash unto coast
Forward unto dusk
And burning it all
So drastically away
There is but blood
On the beach
But sand and our feet
But stars we can see
Supernovae all we can hear
Bone conducted
For we have no ears
As that sense has left us
It’s more about what
Scavenger eyes spy
What their feathers feel
What hollow bones sing
As they compress
And torque
So much music
In our bodies
As we
Listen to
Bloodful iron run
And raven suns
Making our
Senseless bodies
Under silent
Mechanisms release
Senseless silence an
Overwhelming way to see
Consume Reality! 