1
you inspire a fire that won’t die,
lay low and crawl away,
don’t be consumed by what is in me,
maybe it’s just best you dost,
lay low and crawl away.
2
your eye’s burn into me,
like lightning into sand,
I turn to glass,
I feel the lash flash on the pass of the aftermath.
3
I feel weight in my eye’s
inside I awake and arise,
my body does quake; bear surprise,
lips dance in a melody,
you fill the room,
I bare my message consumed.
4
allured by crystalline light,
I ignite,
your Lumen Lucerne,
your fragile concern,
hanging against the backdrop of tar night,
we ignite,
burning brighter than the upload of daylight in the mainframe of sleepy eye’s.
5
wall of sound laid to rest,
finger picking; short songs and melody work best,
the ground in which we laid to rest,
grew the earth from desert sand,
filled the life and strengthened hand,
buried deep beneath rock,
the water swims to break down,
buried beneath the wall of sound.
6
A muscle so weak a strain of frequency
juxtaposed in a string of coherent understanding to it
can cause complete meltdown to its mainframe.
let it rip and tear
you’re building a better you