Heat, power, iridescent light. War and beauty dancing in the dark of night. Old, tired, please revivify. Gravity on flesh and bone, planned obsolescence. Out here in the by and by, all fear dying clinging to a falling rock. If constancy is change, it can never stay the same and I feel a sense of sad departure. Here, now, in the filtered light, kiss the green with golden tongues and lips of liquid. Cold, white, crisp and misty eyed. Still as settled sheets on autumn night. Breathe, sigh and revivify. Subtlety so overwhelming and now...if constancy is change, it can never stay the same, and I feel a sense of sad departure, like bloodletting the vein. When you’re alone, who will talk, who will listen? In the forum of one what is piquing your interest. Shift, stall, spark to reignite teeth are gnashing, quickened pulse, it’s fight or flight. Full spreint to the finish line. Hope to rest in sense yet mystified. Breathe, Sigh and revivify. Remember lessons bathed in cathode light. If constancy is change, it can never stay the same and I feel a sense of sad departure, like bloodletting the vein. Death, water into steam. Pour coloured sand in streams and you’ll do it alone, you’ll do it alone, alone…etc
Some old fogeys don't like the 'screaming' music. I might be an old fogey and I love the screaming music. High Tension can scream for me all they want. Richard Weems