The Shadows from Madness & Extinction by Seeming
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| 7. | The Shadows | 3:09 |
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I'm alone in the house. The power is dead. I've done all that I can to keep track of time in my head, but what I think of as day is a twilight away. I'm just a shade of grey in a black, black bed. And a prayer could be water. It could fill in the gaps. And a thousand Muhammeds uncork a thousand taps. But somehow I am dry and from the corner of my eye, I see real worlds die when they're drawn onto maps. There's a shadow that fades in and out with the light. I pretend it's an angel. I pretend it's a satellite. And I know of course that somewhere there's a source taking color by force, dragging all into white. Now the shadow is moving and looks like a fist and the darkness is connecting in a pugilist kiss. And I am flying and I'm reeling, and I'm seeing through the ceiling and the clouds are all revealing more and more as they twist. Now it's a wolf. It's a bullet. It's a mother of ten. Now it's a boulder rolling from atop the mountain again. Now it's coercing the unwilling. It's insidious, instilling need for sex and love of killing all the children of men. Now every meaning is a ghost, each number a clown because the blades of the engine keep spinning around, never reaching the center, knocking but they don't enter, pulling from what is meant or projecting fatally unbound. When the shadows stare back and tell me what do they see? Is there a burning bush, a lion or a hammer in me? And tell me is it arbitrary, the images I carry? It's between Marx and Mary and the shadows and me. Yes the shadows are moving and I'm scared to know why. Yes the shadows are moving and we're all gonna die.
