Silent By (Senser)

Theres a form in the path, bloated seed that you cast it distracts as it breathes, from the cracks that it leaves gorgon screens, time congeals round the mind till i'm sealed, like a fly trapped in grease losing limbs, a metaphore for your land locked dreams a cross hung, in dead air your gelatinous words will not penetrate there. Your consent is just a fiction manufactured to the letter protected from yourself by someone who knows better fate keepers, in constipated linear structures each puppet works a puppet, think you can ever stop it? Crystalised my mouth dries, the gap yawns to the size of impossible loss and i'm fully transported and standing at the ice hacking at the surface, forms loom beneath it a well that holds a timeless secret. I wont sit silent by. Don't you secretly sigh for a way to bridge the dark and endless spaces the void left by apathy and sucking need? If each atom touches to every other i'll generate send the wave riding out. I am not buying; you are trying my patience Invest my mind in a sounder kind of gold The yolk nourishing, here within lies a stronger hold Bolder words unfolding a cooler, older, absurder version I won’t be casting any worthless aspersions You took my name and number from a gift list Insist this is the cheapest, latest Fortunes are attached, no risks asterisked I am a seed carried high across the sky of infinite life If I get stripped of my wings I will be dropping headlong at a world so gone Sponsored by, fixed the score Blame who induced, introduced this meglomanic war No cure-all preparation for a fundamental human flaw And we still want more A million gobs, all teeth, grief and screaming Faceless tantrum, repressed fury becomes Dead and doldrum I cannot centre; I’m hell-bent and burning Open and undone expose the empty answers, someone I wont sit silent by. this war is bloodless and silent relentlessly tightened majesticaly subtle adjusting the totals my reason and purpose my body is worthless aware as if heightened the subtext is fat a gobfull of grease and they like it like that but im alive underneath a kind of firewheel centre says "the lies are obese" I wont sit silent by. this aint kansas i recognise you i think i can taste blood i cant feel my legs