RareForm
Bluelight Crew
Show me the scabbed scars of rusty nails,
Gray ash daubs of yesterday's sorrows,
Sown salt tracked down furrowed lines.
Spent seconds, hanging from your words
Like limp laundry, riddled by hungry theories
And wishful washing, seeking whiteness.
Binary bits heaped in the accumulator bin
of experience, totted on rigid abacus rod
deftly flicked in microsecond measure.
Holy stigmata of the blessed faithful
have no edge on you, yet frenzied beats
of hot pulse echo within your empty veins.
Bleached bones lie stacked at this shrine,
glamoured as an oasis, brightly shimmering
in the hot sand of a thousand thirsty days.
A two-step fandango with techno time,
Just a motley Morris dance of paired fools;
Ones are solitary and zero is naught.
Gray ash daubs of yesterday's sorrows,
Sown salt tracked down furrowed lines.
Spent seconds, hanging from your words
Like limp laundry, riddled by hungry theories
And wishful washing, seeking whiteness.
Binary bits heaped in the accumulator bin
of experience, totted on rigid abacus rod
deftly flicked in microsecond measure.
Holy stigmata of the blessed faithful
have no edge on you, yet frenzied beats
of hot pulse echo within your empty veins.
Bleached bones lie stacked at this shrine,
glamoured as an oasis, brightly shimmering
in the hot sand of a thousand thirsty days.
A two-step fandango with techno time,
Just a motley Morris dance of paired fools;
Ones are solitary and zero is naught.
