The King
looking at the murderers
and the holy host of hosts
there's not some dissolution
ancestors just standin around
your future hundred million years
lies scattered upon the ground
what now the invisible curtain sways
the starry edges slow it down
the nuclear the nucleus again the drums
are swingin baby and make this sound:
unheard in it's direct mind line
a whole world of inescapable electric
and know we know we knew
the now and the new now
are born in the screams of silence
only your eyes
again
only your eyes
again
only your eyes
identify the infinite.
About the Creator
susan marie loehe
everything is Art, Art is Everything.
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