?
more please...
more of the applause, ground with tears. I guess it's what we love to hear, to ears and fears.
To holding up you fort in the dark. flickering glow. And all the other things that make each hour lay heavier on your lids.
When night comes into morning... the hour or two before the the light from the hailing sun comes to your predictions.
split between waiting and procrastinating its coming.
splitting a moment down to the smallest place to live.
leering faces back at you...
It's holds a tricky fate up to your face to test. Whether you can make at that far, and for the hours of the daylight.
we live at night... work.. rest and play. breathe the skin of dark. Decide for yourself a better fate, that somehow the sun would hold any more appeal for your face underneath.
Trapped into that which has become a natural home, in the unnatural hours of your eyes to see.
more of the applause, ground with tears. I guess it's what we love to hear, to ears and fears.
To holding up you fort in the dark. flickering glow. And all the other things that make each hour lay heavier on your lids.
When night comes into morning... the hour or two before the the light from the hailing sun comes to your predictions.
split between waiting and procrastinating its coming.
splitting a moment down to the smallest place to live.
leering faces back at you...
It's holds a tricky fate up to your face to test. Whether you can make at that far, and for the hours of the daylight.
we live at night... work.. rest and play. breathe the skin of dark. Decide for yourself a better fate, that somehow the sun would hold any more appeal for your face underneath.
Trapped into that which has become a natural home, in the unnatural hours of your eyes to see.
posted by Nanashi Travelling at 7:43 PM
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That day, the saucers landed. Hundreds of them, golden,
Silent, coming down from the sky like great snowflakes.
And the people of earth stood and stared as they descended,
Waiting, dry-mouthed, to find what waited inside for us
And none of us knowing if we would be here tomorrow
But you didn't notice it because
That day, the day the saucers came, by some coincidence,
Was the day that the graves gave up their dead
And the zombies pushed up through soft earth
Or erupted, shambling and dull-eyed, unstoppable,
Came towards us, the living, and we screamed and ran,
But you did not notice this because
On the saucer day, which was the zombie day, it was Ragnarok also, and the television screens showed us
A ship built of dead-men's nails, a serpent, a wolf,
All bigger than the mind could hold, and the cameraman could
Not get far enough away, and then the Gods came out
But you did not see them coming because
On the saucer-zombie-battling-gods day the floodgates broke
And each of us was engulfed by genies and sprites
Offering us wishes and wonders and eternities
And charm and cleverness and true brave hearts and pots of gold
While giants feefofummed across the land, and killer bees,
But you had no idea of any of this because
That day, the saucer day the zombie day
The Ragnarok and fairies day, the day the great winds came
And snows, and the cities turned to crystal, the day
All the plants died, plastics dissolved, the day the
Computers turned, the screens telling us we would obey,
the day
Angels, drunk and muddled, stumbled from the bars,
And all the bells of London were sounded, the day
Animals spoke to us in Assyrian, the Yeti day,
The fluttering capes and arrival of the Time Machine day
You didn't notice any of this because
you were sitting in your room, not doing anything,
not even reading, not really, just
looking at your telephone,
wondering if I was going to call.
This is nearly over, isn't it?
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