Wednesday, January 23, 2013


Global in utero Mary
She’s swallowed the swords
For our sins
Skyfighters- jetstream devotion
Eloquent knights, and they’re shaving
The succulent ankles of
Urban mystical
Serving fantastic
Slay away
Slay away
Stay away
From these times my child
Your forgotten witnesses are henceforth reborn
Make it your stupid little wishbone
So that when you crack it
You slice
And you hack it,

Oh my god
You can’t track it
Where has he gone with this little tale of woe?
Surely we can’t know?
And the question;
One hundred million glitches in the sky
Sparkling, cracking, like periodical shards
Of star,
In utero,
From whence earth
It shattered
Oh my god,
Oh my god,
Why the fuck does the question matter at all?

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