Mortaljive: The Rest is Silence

There is no still point in all the Universe, and that is the rock upon which I stand

Thursday, March 03, 2016

This is hardly news


stare, at ceaseless past
care, and let it last
cry, and hold it close like a baby

reach, across the days
preach, into the haze
sing, just like a dagger in the sky

i'm dying
and so are you
this is hardly news
ask all the shadows where it is that they go

stamp, your bloody feet
damp, the ruddy street
vamp, just like a lover on the bed

insist, this is your bliss
kiss, the ultimate
trip, just like a wire through your neck

i'm flying
and so are you
this is hardly news
ask all the shadows where it is that they go
when the darkness finally dawns
when the dirty beggars play the odds

stare, at ceaseless past
care, and let it last
cry, and hold it close like a baby

reach, across the days
preach, into the haze
sing, just like a dagger in the sky

i'm dying
and so are you
this is hardly news
ask all the shadows where it is that they go


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