Under cover of the night
With blinds drawn
The world seeps into the dust
On a stream of electrons
A static hum along the wires
Until they burst free
Then shock the air
Invention and intention…
This sounds fantastic
Yet at heart is simply logic
The mathematical precision
Progression and regression
There is no aggression here
Passive electricity
Like a bird on a wire…
This is not dying
Nor is it living
Static stasis is neither
There is no hate here
No worry
No thing to be afraid of
Just the calm cool pool of darkness
Streaked sharply in blue flashes
Insulation tends to insulate…
Every time I hear the wind blow
Hear the sounds of the rainfall
The cracking of a limb
The stillness of a thought
I can well imagine your face
The mists rising from a cooling pond
Or in the thermals rising from the asphalt streets
A hazy wavy shimmering of you then
The ago
When you stood and spoke
In dangerous terms
Of love and desperation…
It’s a shrug of the shoulders
A je ne sais pas moment
Than a bus escape
In slow motion
Through the concrete towers
Glass and electric illumination
The disillusioned eyes
See obviously what has been
What has failed to resurrect
The simplicity of failure shines
A beacon indicating safe harbour
The lost, the disenfranchised
As well as the obvious child
Who was I then
When you stood tall amongst the giants?
Under cover of the night
Beneath hat bobbles and totems
A curse and a scream
Shifting to the left while the world goes right
Into the chasms of sweet forgetfulness
Sweet blindness
A solitude of self.
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