Metal and Metronomes I
Sitting in the wake of emotions
Feeling the Flood of thoughts
drip off the edge of my hard hands
I tilt the hour glass, watch it crash
The metal grinds the eons song
Images pass from a long silence
To infect my eye with rage
Rear the ruined head of man
touch the metronome feel its rhythm
to keep it in time of my heart beat
I pass from their plain of Consciousness.
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