RareForm
Bluelight Crew
Sliding down bright bands of radioactive reception
Via heady harmonic oscillation and stereophonic shift,
I can lie to myself in creative circuits of digital deception
with phase locking loops of Eigenvector emotions.
Rapacious RAM cached queues of 3D virtual vision
Sing a sampled multi-voiced MP3 of six-sensed sensation.
Wire me, electro-etched, upon your electric elamped altar,
Superstringed to chill collapsed core of star novae
Where suffocating singularity rebirth beckons.
Disassembled, dissembled and disheveled,
I await the burning brand of icy illumination
Within this pentagram of heavy earth elements
Upon a broken foundation of ley line stone.
My liquid crystal eyes roam captured skies
Via telemetry lock under remote control
Fuel cells nearing fatal fusion with each glance
I hear tongues, whispered by cowled cabals,
Our destination lies below the moons of Mars.
Blood trinity; Phobos, Deimos and the God of War;
Red faced, dimly desolate with the dust of dead.
Sunken sand-choked curving carved canals
Once fluid quicksilver dancing, now cracked dry.
And o'er head, the attendants eternally circle,
Servants to empty court and barren buffet.
Keepers of forlorn secrets, scryers of death,
Faces that echo fear and dread in starry sky.
Watchers waiting for albedo allure of radial heating.
Within the withered cold core lies seeds of succulence,
Firm flesh to begin, anew, a rebuilding renaissance;
Rooted, yearning for touch of fire and flakes of ash
Volcanic vellum beyond this incarnation's history writ,
A spiritual adventure not yet traveled, but awaiting
For tentative first step, armored against vast vacuum
And quick visored 'gainst fast approaching solar sight.
She will be a goddess of light in chaste chariot of Truth
Bearing madness and joy, clothed in star fire and night.
Via heady harmonic oscillation and stereophonic shift,
I can lie to myself in creative circuits of digital deception
with phase locking loops of Eigenvector emotions.
Rapacious RAM cached queues of 3D virtual vision
Sing a sampled multi-voiced MP3 of six-sensed sensation.
Wire me, electro-etched, upon your electric elamped altar,
Superstringed to chill collapsed core of star novae
Where suffocating singularity rebirth beckons.
Disassembled, dissembled and disheveled,
I await the burning brand of icy illumination
Within this pentagram of heavy earth elements
Upon a broken foundation of ley line stone.
My liquid crystal eyes roam captured skies
Via telemetry lock under remote control
Fuel cells nearing fatal fusion with each glance
I hear tongues, whispered by cowled cabals,
Our destination lies below the moons of Mars.
Blood trinity; Phobos, Deimos and the God of War;
Red faced, dimly desolate with the dust of dead.
Sunken sand-choked curving carved canals
Once fluid quicksilver dancing, now cracked dry.
And o'er head, the attendants eternally circle,
Servants to empty court and barren buffet.
Keepers of forlorn secrets, scryers of death,
Faces that echo fear and dread in starry sky.
Watchers waiting for albedo allure of radial heating.
Within the withered cold core lies seeds of succulence,
Firm flesh to begin, anew, a rebuilding renaissance;
Rooted, yearning for touch of fire and flakes of ash
Volcanic vellum beyond this incarnation's history writ,
A spiritual adventure not yet traveled, but awaiting
For tentative first step, armored against vast vacuum
And quick visored 'gainst fast approaching solar sight.
She will be a goddess of light in chaste chariot of Truth
Bearing madness and joy, clothed in star fire and night.
