From Madness Reaching

Screaming crow perched atop the flat screen, messages from the otherside fold in to skin invisble current Flowing angrily against grinding teeth The ruckus awakens deep within us something terribly holy, something irregularly pure pouring out eyes too awake for a somnambulant world drowning in prescription whirlpools Open door, mentholated air, lungs bleed against the sky falling Crashing in to anything we beleive anything we understand miniscule molecules explosively disingenuous and broken no longer original no longer transparent or beloved Isn't it interstingly humorous that our bones become hollow from the words we forge from weakened states of being