Often trees are conductors of the absolute, the sidereal cuss
eternity. the blow escapes the rehab and into the fire as known
but
lost coupons short of your toaster of existence. the mind needs consciousness,
consciousness does not need mind. Bon Voyage.. when the body revolts within itself, and parts battle
parts,
it's the last revolution, the last pogo, follow the few that
have wisdom, don't let it deceive with knowledge, the brass ring of annihilation, you'll be recognized by a chip, and maybe it will be all that's left..

Tuesday, July 1, 2014

Bruce Cockburn

RUTHIE'S TIRED THING
HereThe dark on which I feed
YouThe red room where I cannot reach
your blood
In the ring,
   in the cuckoo,
   in the tick at the wall
         slow
   vision buzzes in time
   with darkness patterns
   and those of light
   that seek

this electric beehive where I live.
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