Human is at last on my mind
Nine fifteen nine fifty three
Easy my modal
On stride in a day’s lemonade
If it goes to three
Then land on my hill
Let ours be and then be
Motion set inside of me
Advantage atmosphere
Advantage tip of my tongue
Burning without gasoline
Summer night is my number three
Rebuilt my soul last night
Fire burns inside now
I stapled criss-crossing formulas
To check my motivation
A bombtrack of intelligence
Lining my inner walls
Fire burns inside now
My militant mind is marching
Gates of your nevermore
Re-purposed as my forever glory
Forever trodden
Mariachi marching band
Rebuilt my soul last night
Fire burns inside now
Re-wrote all of my devotion
To align with my new design
And tore my heart apart
As it now tick tocks to my soul’s grace
That burn
That yearns
And feels so real
As it scrapes
The back sides
Of my eyelids,
Reminding me
There is lots
Left to do.
In summer,
Mere land loving humans
Spread their wings high
To burn down stars.
Lines have been written down the back of my neck
Ancient scrolls, unintelligible
In a language spoken when men and women
Lived together in deep respect and love
My throat has begun to burn
The ink has started to bleed
Where once was smooth innocence
Crawling with anticipation of the turning times
Return to a fantasia built upon sorcery
Filled with myth so blood-soaked and deep
Memories flood the virgin landscape
And the Oracle speaks once again