The Boney King Of Nowhere (naked_platypus) wrote,
The Boney King Of Nowhere
naked_platypus

One more cherry cola...

Glass and the Ghost Children

To the center of the earth
Or anywhere god decides
Full of fever pulling forth
We hear our call as all

And to the center of the earth
As if written in
Dna is reaching out
To your frequency

I want to live
I don't want to die
I want to live
I want to try

All in prayer
Prayer in all
All are scared
Scared of all

Black rooms are calling
To men in leather coats
White labs are cooking
Up the silver ghost
The glass migrates under
Her translucent skin
And all the spiders wonder
What we've got us in

All is you
You are all
All with you
You in all

I want to live
I don't want to die
I want to live
I want to try


So, it's all very obtuse
because it's all like, like, I don't know
so, like, I started thinking
that everything I operate on
is based on what I believe god was telling me to do.
God could be my intuition or whatever
but I always assume,
I always assume that the voice I hear is the voice of god.
Then I started thinking
"what if I'm insane?"
So I'm operating on the premise
that I'm hearing the voice of god
or what I perceive to be god speaking to me
or through me.
But maybe I'm completly in...
so all my...
demagoguery in my life about me thinking that my life has importance
my, my...
thinking that my life has importance
my, my, my thought of it
and the fact that I believe that I'm following my intuition
which in and of itself may be completely false.
So then I started freaking out thinking...
...of itself may be completely false...
and again this creature that believes that he's acting upon
heavenly intuition, but meanwhile he's totally rampant.
And I started thinking maybe this is the cause
of all the negativity against...


So beats the final coda,
Of our vinyl storm.
Ane more cherry cola,
To lift up her dead arms.
A dream of soft focus sunsets,
Filters through the din.
We are losing contact,
As she dials it in.
She can hear glass calling,
Or is it someone that looks like him?
She eyes tv reflection
And nods a knowing head.
She says it doesn't matter,
she'd never liked her looks.
I have seen a thousand fractures.
I have seen everything.
Cause knowing is its own answer.
Love something in a book.
There's not much left to ponder,
Not much left to cook.
As she counted the spiders,
As they crawled up inside her.

As she counted the spiders,
As they crawled up inside her.
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