Separation Into Component Parts ( Disintegration )

Separation into Component Parts ( Disintegration ) Vortex of silence Watching sun slide from crystalline edges The quiet people do not question The blended diaphanous to horizon smacking is another’s world of disintegration Humming Vibrating White weddings oscillation Designing winking signs To map the leads to another time Searching for some kind of drug induced Intoxication Its springboard of truth Blathered indefinable Trafficked in parcels of men at work Once I joined loud punk instigation's Once I ate the hungry hours Wearing shocks and coloured language Once It was all hard driven rebellion And tattooed distinction Now the revolution is laid back Looking from its vortex of silence Thinks on the exclamation Designed by other winking signs Leading maps to other forms of disintegrating The grip is different now Disregarded seconds Pay their own attentions And that old losing time Is not lost on me Instead it flows Solidifies with, to, on, another And rages against its own moments of recognition Dog war of rusting Angles Scurrying feet pressed between the engines format Wheeled across concrete veins By the Laminated traders of hours and consumables Means nothing to me Vortex of silence In a privacy of shadows Watches sun slide from crystalline edges A perfect moment of disintegration