The Mad Drift

05.25.08

im feeling you slipping out in the mad drift
alone and afraid, words drowning in your throat
im feeling you biting at the heels of humanities snarls
secret heroes of insane escapades, the warriors of denial
im feeling you climbing the burning trestle; cut from a thousand roses
fall once and you'll fall again
im feeling you grow tired from the machinery of night
the wheels and cranks do expand over the land; they cascade the moon adrift
the appearance of the ancient white satellite crawls the land
shadows of shapes hypnotize the sleeping in the sand
The hazy white galactic light flashes wild on the ruins
The dreaming drift of man dream t of it during noon;
Whispering the brilliant rules of the empire under midnights golden toll
The bells hammer hard in the still air of the spanish romance
the stars call you out so you get in your spaceship out of love
you speed the inky fields of forever; a sleepy prince traveler on a shaky conquest of whatever
though buildings burn and fall and the silhouettes of evil men weave lies of secrets with golden thread
obscene in falling sheets of quiet seas
You'll make your dream for winter in your glassy tomb
Apart from what you do, you'll feel alone
Your silence is overrated;
and there is the room, the start of it all.