Overdark

The Uniforce turned through our faces we watch a clock to keep the meaningful places running, turning hands amok - in small space while we stand still..... we used this cold embrace of urgency to till ground -as the machines they became - Too loud, in such close proxy and to leave ourselves like fire, in a forge, like the hearth beating embers in pulse of our scourge; became something not enough to counter the membrains purge, its member and its revenanced divulge. In the Overdark, under darkly ? the midnight coursed to the ghastly fades, the air and a ghost's light hath half to have made, crystal flux, crystal hearts with undertakers spade. A strange aeon is sent tronicly frozen in senced rage. We might think we'll die too fast - too much death fro technology of lusts for our heads, to crack like eggs against the falling oblong pressures of space religiology. Wombed in purgatorious lessons Into the vast emptiness amassed lesions. Everything, again, we are made to be- together in our Repress. The locked-ness of Legion, to be held just right up to the light until we can best, turn the page, lest we shatter our bones with gauged rolling radiate candleflicked in signature of sway, passing, the litmus test alkalined aright. With headlamp eyes of neon pierce through the sky, vamped sentinel heart s indicates pure its storm to settle in strata newly bore. The air is heavy, polltry. Its fury pounced upon the rite, a Gutter Play Musical Score D. A chill of emptiness curtains the stage. Whats more? we ride into the mind, petrified, stoi'd out of Time, StillBorn waiting upon....Abide...Abate...to Find...