Cathode

The past dreaming of the future Burnt out at last Light pulsing into the cathode ray tubes the wires of difference machines process seconds, data, imagery From diseased To hidden desire that fire electric nights Shallow dreams what will be Pass through nightmares of futures run in future life the past is in reruns As I dream a dream of nothing that will last A desire of the cold fire burning down deep the drink of sleep the coiled hard machines Stand as the cold winds burn something reeks of madness and suffering the quest of the minds Inner eye the nighttime runs rampant in time with lives burning out fast as the passage of time only sees the future as a pulse in Cathoray tubes