Doom Bleeds and Fades

freedom lies with a shattered grace stumbling toward atomic mythology where answers have their sins washed brilliantly bright as suns dyeing skin off- colors of rumors circulating planets of the universe pulled headlong into a night -mare riding tattooed and complaining about recollections of severed ghosts (hiding in a ball of fear minds cry) out of season the earth radiates melting enraged stupidity the penultimate prize (summer sunday christmas chimes) on the edge of sleep falling awake... ring the festival of blood into session the birth-fangs grapple with truth no longer will recessions bring harvests the moon is full ...and the eye is a clogged vessel full of truth (in relative position the evening twists elaborate dances like guitars bending the last strings...) a painting of a brain chips and disintegrates like words of a schizophrenic seeking the last wisdom hidden in the bottom of a noise only tasted...with the throat closing vision narrows... the fading archetype is the last opiate of inspiration the last leader is a shill of the lord of matter dissipating (two raindrops collide) the core of her heart is hot like earth it is revised toward oblivion... ...follow it it is ...night brighter than calm ...lipids sinking into servitude ...no one will digest this but all choking dry paranoia on the fringe of town (a different verb writes in the sky a new eternity) ...we witness the madness of a faceless doctor scratching scripts illegible to the naked lie... conscripted as a rat before a snake fighting its shadow diving into the blind dream we call created angels to save our skin from weeping generations of blood...