KiwiFlux

A string of moonlight Entangled in this clockwork heart The soft notes in its harmony Sets my mind at ease

You see no stars in the storm Quiet and deep Heavenly glass dome obscured And the rolling ink blanket Of stretching tentacled wisps Is lonely Wishing to consume the sky

You give form to the shadows shifting in the night Give voice to the whispers You put knives in the hands of lunatics Let silence have sound, all saliva and gums Confuse giants who gibber and titter and topple You madden children till they're chaotic Draw ink on your face with ill intent And with a creeping smile I know deep deep down Down down I'll be next

What a sight it is To watch the spirits creep Along the riverbed Tonight

If only we could sit Atop the mountains rise Above the ring of cloud Not a city sound could reach us

Beautiful breathing banshee Hooded in your nightcloak You seem distant ... And in the moons call Pale skin Your smile creeps across Pale skin

I’ve been wanting to go to idaho, And see a little nothing Experience a little emptiness To level the spaces in my head – I want to visit idaho And set my eyes upon the plains That roll and roll and never end That stretch beyond the scope of imagination The haze more transcendental than any dream – I want to go to idaho Because all I want is to be free To lose my self and sanity In the ever expanding vacuity Of an ocean of yellowed wheat Waving into the paled blue That rolls and rolls in an upward spiraling Vertigo-inspiring Vertical tapestry of desiccated sea Which disappears back into the yellowed wheat – I cannot see the sun, But I feel her press down on my dry lids And up against the back of my dusty neck Everything is pale, And my mind is waning Falling flat, Level with the wheat My legs are not moving and yet I am floating Through the fields, I am swimming Through the yellow I am drowning In the quiet – I am subsuming back Into a pale blank, Lulled by the silence And the scream