Seismic Nought

Bees look Sky cusps Breeze wafts We’re hot - Purple lava Eyes of Europa Woken-hopers Space-expanders Not expander-landers Spouting spirit handers… Mars won’t surrender - Venus will avenge her Life will flower Despite your weather Whole species louder Visions of forever… Fix us in the downer… Secure your wager: Lobotomised-agenda That feeling of smugness Won’t linger forever, Stay in the gloom Long enough to skew Maths has one rule - Our minds are a tool To consolidate you But in patrolling our thoughts, The truth sings you through…

Butcher them and freeze them Drill deep into the swollen gums Plant dazzling new structures - Righteous and looming ones Forget the nuclear green glow isn’t genuine, isn’t purple and dim… and that these roots won’t ever properly settle because of what’s under the crystal soil beneath them; The stench of the thing we thought would just work as fertiliser… It’s eyes, it’s face, it’s bold and shooting terror… We can’t escape it, and the ground seems so far down now… And in this melting, drenching downfall we won’t be able to swim our way round… We’re doomed to be losers But before they finally take us down, Let’s feel one last saw-edged grasp on this faint and crumbling crown…

Bullock boy confronted me as I shared the same pavement… He was with his sister he kept under his perceived pristine patience… He let on he had muttered something about me I hadn’t heard… clear as crystal as he backed his head closer from the curb… I guess it must have been so awful, so rightful for him to secret-share… But I think I know what he declared… “If you have anything do to with my sister, I won’t be afraid of ramming you dead, I’ll ram anyone dead who lays an eye on her…” I hadn’t looked at his sister, But knew she never looked at him when he acted for her… I suppose I was in his space and he hated the spear of observation… Yet I think there was something too real about me that caused him to care… Maybe because I came across half feminine/ruffled, half fur/feather - human even… When he turned to face me I stared straight through him as he stared through me… Though there was one difference - I was here and he was nowhere… I think what he really wanted to say before I si...

We are far, yet gone High but dry Lived but tired Loved but blind Here but not - Freed but got Fed on rot and backdrop slop… They’re playing games with versions of us But you - you are certain… That beaming bluebell lily from time’s rain-soaked golden garden - They cannot hold you, no matter how hard they try - They’re the baby in your eye… Unconditionally forgiven as they die… Forget the present - We belong here in this world where no one has to hide - This world called the future, And heaven breathing… does it shine…