ELECTRIC MAGNET WAYS
No solace in sundry words ten thousand smaller
things than that - miniature cars fallen into
the lake, vintage speeders hanging from trees.
The jackal-man who kills babies is wandering
aimless afoot. He sings of a Madonna with
her harmless Jesus, deflated by time.
-
It isn't only in the majesty of myth that
so many things get colored. The stories
tend to twist and turn, end up short,
revolve back upon themselves. We
look for Gods and guidance in the stars,
and, though there really are none, we
claim those stars and planets as the
guidelines to our crazy cosmic life.
-
Where once the past beseeched us,
now it only leads us on. No solace
in sundry words.
things than that - miniature cars fallen into
the lake, vintage speeders hanging from trees.
The jackal-man who kills babies is wandering
aimless afoot. He sings of a Madonna with
her harmless Jesus, deflated by time.
-
It isn't only in the majesty of myth that
so many things get colored. The stories
tend to twist and turn, end up short,
revolve back upon themselves. We
look for Gods and guidance in the stars,
and, though there really are none, we
claim those stars and planets as the
guidelines to our crazy cosmic life.
-
Where once the past beseeched us,
now it only leads us on. No solace
in sundry words.
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