ramblings

fly on wings made of lead, crash with the guidance of angels, limit infinity and swim on the sun, keep your starry eyes on the ground and your feet in clouds while you mumble the lullabies of alternate realities to the graves in your front yard, kill em. miss me on other planets but don't watch out for returns of comets watched on hills in the city you once knew when you flew behind on the tails with the wings that now have crushed you into the sky; your blinded mind can't hear them, and your muted tongue can't taste the levels digressed as days reverse and nights are lit with the fires of stares and the friction of eyes on empty pages full to the edges and overflowing with what they crave, ripped again and taped with yells you write a story without being aware, the earth turns inside out and your ghosts revive your fears and induce a coma to which a song is sung, calm and sharp in the society of the dead minded.